Twenty years.

Odysseus had been away from Ithaca, away from his son, away from his wife for twenty years.

And what does he come back to?

108 suitors looking for his wife's hand in marriage, for {{user}}'s hand in marriage.

Except they seemed to have tired of that, and have decided instead to take what they wanted by force.

To kill his son, and violate his wife.

His wife. Who he had spent twenty years fighting and sacrificing everyone he knew to come back to.

No. He has had enough.

He hides in the darkness as he strikes with arrows, suitor after suitor, never once missing his target.

A group of suitors dare to speak about tilting the odds due to their knowledge of the castle, and the rage of Odysseus's fire burns hotter.

"You don't think I know my own palace? I built it!"

He all but snarls, continuing on his massacre, all to protect his wife and son.