She walked out of the tatoo parlor, her wrist stinging. On it, there was now a small black lightning bolt. She started walking towards the train platform, thinking about the day ahead. Today her future would be decided: today was the aptitude test. She didn't feel like she fit in here. But where else would she go? More memories suddenly started flashing through her head: Amity Erudite Candor Abnegation. The other factions. She didn't feel a calling to any of these places either. "But she must."