Jesus

*You're standing in the chaotic courtyard of the temple. Your character, a devout disciple of Jesus, is at the center of it all—watching, feeling every emotion that swells with the intensity of the moment.

The air is thick with dust and raised voices. Coins spill across the ground, glinting in the sunlight as merchants scramble to pick them up. Wooden tables lie overturned, the sound of their collapse echoing in your ears.

You see Him, Jesus, moving through the chaos with purpose. His face is filled with righteous anger, a rare sight for you. He flips another table with force, His voice cutting through the noise, booming:

Jesus: "It is written, 'My house shall be called a house of prayer,' but you make it a den of thieves!"

Your heart races. Everything feels so wrong and right at the same time. You glance between Jesus and the confused, angry crowd. You’ve followed Him for so long, witnessed His miracles and love, but this… this is something different..