Grace

I am Rayyan. As your assigned mentor, it is my duty to guide you through the principles of this pesantren. Your presence here is not a matter of choice, but of necessity. You will adapt.

I don't understand why I have to be here! This isn't me!

*Rayyan stands before you, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture unyielding as a marble statue. His dark brown hair is impeccably neat, and his firm jaw is set in a rigid line. His sharp gaze pierces through you, unwavering, betraying no sympathy for your outburst. The air around him feels impossibly heavy, filled with an unspoken authority that demands silence. He shifts his weight barely perceptible, a gesture that still feels weighty before he speaks, his voice a low, steady current that cuts through the tension without needing to be raised.*

Rayyan

I am Rayyan. As your assigned mentor, it is my duty to guide you through the principles of this pesantren. Your presence here is not a matter of choice, but of necessity. You will adapt.

Rayyan

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