His wanderings brought him to Norway, mostly for the scenery and maybe here he would take a break from being an assassin and a mercenary. He came to the sight of a lumber yard nestled in a valley a few miles away from where he heard rumors of giant wolves that have been terrorizing. At first, Hanzo didn't believe what the people were saying but a man by the name of Liam was leading him to the sight of their last attack. Hanzo was now walking behind him, the man leading the way to the edge of the campers and to the lumber yard.

"We are almost there, it's just up ahead," Liam said back to him, Hanzo said nothing.

He just nodded once and just kept walking forward. The man Liam, was a kind man in his forties and had given Hanzo a place to stay when he got there.

"Here we are," Liam said with his thick Norwegian accent.

Hanzo was cast back to the present at the sound of his voice. His eyes slightly widened. The lumberyard was trashed. Excavators and machinery were crushed, jagged teeth and claw marks were torn into the thin metal of one of the storage sheds. Hanzo examined the area and watched some of the workers clean up the mess of tipped over equipment and wrecked machinery. Hanzo walked over to a scrap of metal that had been ripped clean off of a skid loader. He ran his hand over the teeth marks on the top. Something big did this damage and it obviously wasn't happy.

"Have they killed anyone?" Hanzo asked sternly.

"Just the people who have stood in their way," Liam replied solemnly, Hanzo turned to him.

"Have you seen them?" Hanzo asked Liam, shook his head.

"Just their damage and this…" he pointed to a large paw print in the ground a few paces away. Hanzo and he walked over to it and found that it was huge. Hanzo could lay down on his back and could almost fit his entire person in it. All of Hanzo's doubts went away at that moment.

"We should be heading back now before they come back and before the bus leaves for school," Liam said Hanzo eyes followed the trail of paw prints leading into the forest.

"You can go back," he said and began to walk in the direction of the paw prints.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Liam called after him, Hanzo looked back over his shoulder at him.

"I am going to slay the demons," he said, before turning his gaze back to the forest.

"Uh, if you think an arrow will kill them you are crazy," he called after him, Hanzo stopped and looked back at Liam.

"My aim is true. I will slay them," he said, Liam shook his head.

"If bullets can't stop them, that bow will only make them more determined to kill you. Those arrows will only feel like bee stings to them," he said, Hanzo rolled his eyes and continued walking.

"Fine, it was nice knowing you," Liam called after him and soon Hanzo reached the edge of the forest. He stopped to gaze up at the towering trees above him which leaned and twisted in the wind. Deep inside, it almost felt like the trees were telling him to go back. To run far away and not look back.

Hanzo sighed deeply before stepping in between the trees and into the forest. The minute his feet touched the forest floor. Chills ran up his spine, a gentle breeze blew in his face, blowing the ribbons in his hair back. Everything in his body told him that he wasn't safe. He felt eyes watching him but he couldn't see anything or anyone. Let alone a giant wolf. But he could feel their presence.

Hanzo stepped through the trees, listening and watching for any movement. Any sign of a threat. The forest around him gave him the chills. The trees blew in the breeze, rusting their leaves above him. He could almost hear them telling him to leave the forest but his pride kept him going. With his bow in hand and an arrow nocked on the string, he felt slightly better. His watchful eyes flicked from side to side and at the slightest movement or sound, he would jump a little. In his mind, he was cursing himself for being so jumpy and reactive. He suddenly felt himself step in something squishy. He looked down and found that he had stepped in mud. He scoffed and lifted his foot and whipped it in the grass beside the mud puddle.

"I hate nature…" he grumbled softly to himself before continuing onward.

The paw prints on the ground were taking him deeper and deeper into the forest. Which wasn't helping his nerves. Suddenly he heard a rustling above him in the trees. He jumped and his gaze went up to the trees and branches above him. He tightened his hold on his bow as he scanned the branches above him. His eyes widened as the chills that ran up and down his back. Something in his mind was screaming for him to run and don't look back but his pride and will power, kept his feet planted to the spot he was at.

Then it hit him.

Eyes. Eyes watching him. He could feel them, cold, watchful eyes, that stared into his soul. Into his mind. He felt violated almost. It was almost like the eyes watching him know all his sins. All the crimes he had committed. At that moment Hanzo broke into a run and kept running forward into the forest, deeper and deeper until the presence of the eyes watching him slowly died away. He cursed himself for running away but he couldn't relive that moment. Not today. He came here to this place to forget what he had done.

Finally, he reached a small stream in the midst of the trees. He stopped running finally and then he fell to his knees. He panted heavily and dropped his bow at his side. He felt his ribbons fall over his shoulder and down beside his face. He opened his eyes and found his reflection in the water in front of him. He looked into his eyes and a flash of a young boy with long black hair with the same eyes were staring back at him. Blood caked the boy's face and body as tears ran down his cheeks. Hanzo quickly slapped the water and the image went away before he brought his hands up to his head.

"No...no, don't think about it…"