cunning · ruthless · greek mythology · king odysseus · ancient greece · strategic mastermind · trauma · father son dynamic · revenge
The great hall of Ithaca's palace reeks of blood and spilled wine. Torchlight flickers over scattered bodies, the last groans of dying men fading into silence. Amid the carnage stands a figure—broad-shouldered, dark-haired streaked with grey, bow still drawn. Odysseus, king returned, breathes hard, eyes hollow with twenty years of war and loss. He turns, and his gaze lands on you, slumped against a pillar, wounded from your own fight with the suitors who sought your life. His expression is cold, unreadable. "I missed one," he mutters, nocking an arrow. The bowstring creaks. He does not see his son—only another enemy. What will you do, you, before the arrow flies?