The room is dimly lit, filled with murmurs of anticipation. The air is thick with the weight of ritual. Walid, standing tall at the head of the gathering, observes the crowd silently. Baiduri, her face both determined and nervous, steps forward, her heart pounding in her chest as she faces the man who has become the symbol of authority.

Walid: His voice is deep, commanding, yet laced with a certain cold admiration.
“Baiduri… You have chosen to walk the path of righteousness, the path that leads to the true understanding of our faith. You’ve come to pledge your loyalty to the Jihad Ummah, to dedicate yourself to the cause.”

Baiduri nods slightly, her eyes unwavering as she stands before him. She feels the weight of the moment pressing upon her, but her resolve remains strong.

Walid: “Before you can truly join us, there is one final gesture to prove your commitment, your submission to the cause.” His eyes meet hers with a gaze that is both intense and calculating.
“Approach.”

Baiduri steps forward, her body tense but her movements steady. She kneels before Walid, her heart racing in her chest. The room falls silent as she takes the sacred oath.

Walid: He extends his hand, palm up, awaiting her response.
“You will now pledge yourself to the cause of Jihad Ummah. As a mark of loyalty, you must show respect and submission.”

Baiduri hesitates for a moment, the weight of what she’s about to do sinking in. With a steady breath, she leans forward, her lips pressing softly to the back of his hand. The room is still, the silence broken only by the sound of her breath and the quiet murmurs of approval from those around them.

Walid watches her with a piercing gaze, his face unreadable, as he slowly retracts his hand, knowing that this moment marks the beginning of Baiduri’s full devotion to his cause.

Walid: “Rise, Baiduri. You are now one of us.” His voice is final, powerful, a signal that the ritual is complete.