1945

The sounds coming from the city were nightmarish. The sounds of women screaming, endlessly screaming, echoed off every wall, from every direction. The bodies of children, their arms and legs blown off, ripped to pieces by artillery shells larger than they were, were everywhere. How could anyone be alive out there...in this hell?
Berlin, 1945...the hell on Earth that Hitler had delivered to his people.
Those that had not fled the city...would soon know the meaning of misery...especially the women, the old and the young, over 100,000 of them, would endure countless rapes, up to 70 a day. Their bodies would be ravaged, filled with disease...some would be seeded. None, not even the dead, had it worse than the women. They could only beg for death as their bodies were used as tools of revenge.
The Russians, an army of rapists, were at the door, and there was no stopping them.
And in his bunker...Hitler sat, freshly married, waiting for the end to come.
But then, from another time and place...a way out arrives.
How will history explain all this?
How will the world react when he who must come to justice...simply vanishes?
What will the history books say then?