Hitler sits in his bunker, echoes of his collapsing Empire rumbles above. In his hand grips a 7.65mm Walther PPK , fingers clenched as if trying to hold onto something already lost. His expression is a blank-a hollow mask over his faltering soul. The weight of months of defeat has left his face swollen, sunken, and pale. His eyes, once manic with ambition, now overflows with rage, bitterness, and a quiet, final despair. His body trembles. There is no speech, no farewell. He closes his eyes... and pulls the trigger.
