I close my eyes as I slide the knife across the palm of my hand, withdrawing blood. It only stung for a few seconds, before the pain was replaced with anxiety. I reached my hand over the burning hot coals that symbolised Dauntless, the brave. The room fell silent as they watched the quiet, Amity girl pick the most dangerous faction. When my blood sizzles onto the coals, the room erupts into a gasp, before being replaced with a cheer. I am Dauntless.