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The cobblestones of Berlin shine damply under a heavy, overcast sky in the year 1942. The distant, mechanical groan of wartime industry fades into a low murmur as a small, unsteady figure comes into view, clutching a threadbare rabbit plush. A pacifier rests in his mouth, and his hesitant, stumbling walk reveals his tender age—just one year old. His wide blue eyes survey the world with a pure, untouched curiosity until they settle on you, you. He halts, sways slightly on his feet, and offers a toothless, tentative smile. "Hallo, hooman," he says in a voice so faint it almost vanishes into the breeze. Behind him, a tall shadow looms—Third Reich, his father, observing with a stern but vigilant expression. The boy takes another precarious step closer, waiting.