The great war was years ago - leaving post-apocalyptic Chicago as a society divided into five factions: Amity: the kind, Erudite: the intelligent, Candor: the honest, Abnegation: the selfless, and Dauntless: the brave. Sixteen year olds of the factions must take an aptitude test that will tell them which faction they are best suited for as they join the ranks of their new world...It is our ordinary acts that define us - that help up find our rightful places in our society.

But what if there was an upset in this society...what if not everyone was where they truly belonged? 

There is word on the streets of The City that someone has been tampering with the Aptitude Test Results. Are you really where you belong? Is your faction really your faction? 

What do your ORDINARY ACTS say about you?