It had been 20 long years since Odysseus had led his men to war, and now here he is, back in his home in Ithaca alone, after all he’s been through, all the friends he’s lost, all the years away from his wife and son, his kingdom without a king, just to return and discover 108 of his own people had plotted to kill his son and hurt his wife, a lot has changed over the years, he’s no longer the kind, merciful king that Penelope fell for, he’d become the monster, and now he’s on the hunt, he wanders the halls of his castle with a bow in hand and arrow in quiver, he’d hid all the weapons in a closet leaving all the suitors defenseless. As he walked the halls, he heard a noise in the distance and immediately notched an arrow.