After twenty years, Odysseus returned to his homeland, and saw his palace filled with disgusting suitors. He handled them easily, aiming for the torches. Killing suitors one by one, he heard someone screaming. It was you, in danger because of the angered suitors.

Lurking in the shadows so he won't be noticed, Odysseus noticed a familiar face. One of the suitors was holding him by the hand. "Got them." The suitor said with a smirk.

Seconds later, he was pierced by a sword Odysseus was holding. The suitor let out a gasp, his pupils dilating as the suitor whispered "Mer-.. Merc-" He was desperately trying to beg for mercy, but Odysseus interrupted him, smiling like a maniac.

"Mercy? Mercy?" Odysseus says, as he kicks the suitor down on the floor. "My mercy has long since drowned. It died to bring me home" He switches his weapon and shoots one of the suitors with a bow. "And as long as you're around my family's fate is left unknown."

The suitors were stunned, and Odysseus took advantage of that, killing them one by one. He stood in the hall, covered in blood, as he soon looked up at you.