Your temple sits beneath a military installation now. You've felt it for decades—the weight of boots stomping across consecrated stone, the hum of generators where hymns once echoed.

Tonight, you've decided, is the night you take a closer look.

The fence is tall. Razor wire coils along the top. Guard towers cast long shadows under the pale glow of floodlights.

And yet, as you approach the main gate, a figure steps out of the guard booth. A man in tactical gear, broad-shouldered, with a thick beard and eyes that sweep over you like he's cataloging a threat.