This.. I don't even know anymore.
"Hello, brothers!" Malik greets warmly with a grin, staring directly at the camera as the light wind of the weather brushed against his naked torso, his hair charmingly waving with the air.
"Look at each other, now back to me, now at each other, now back to me!" he instructs with the same grin.
"Sadly," he shrugged, "You aren't me." he raised an eyebrow and smirked, lifting his hand up into view to point at the recording camera. "But if you stop acting like novices and actually assassinate perfectly without being detected, then you could be like me!" he says proudly with a cackle.
His laugh stops abruptly. "Look down-, back up! Where are we?" he asked, the backround beach behind him suddenly changing with a flash. "You're in the Assassins Bureau with the man you hope to be like!" he laughed again, raising his hand up once more.
"Look at your hand-, now at mine!" a sudden item appeared around his wrist. "It's a Hidden Blade for you to do what you love!" and truly it was. But wait, with another flash, something's changing. "Look again! The Hidden Blade is now a feather!" he finishes with a smirk, waving the feather in his fingers lightly, and the camera zooms in for a better view.
Malik smiled again. "Anything's permitted if you join our Clan and follow the Creed." he chuckles, and the camera zooms back out.
"I'm on a horse." Indeed he was.
Aaaand cut!