The flickering black and white images of the movie seemed to come to life amidst the stuffy room filled with high-ranking German officers. The cacophonous sounds of gunshots and shouted orders from the film echoed throughout the auditorium, accompanied by the unsettling cackles of the German men.

As Shosanna silently observed the flick through the square gap in the wall leading to the projection room, her scarlet lips curled into a fleeting smirk, reflecting a momentary anticipation for a certain part of the movie. Despite her composed exterior, the Frenchwoman couldn't help but feel a surge of anxiety as the movie neared the pivotal scene where she would enact her vengeance, yet in pursuit of vindication, she would inevitably lose the dearest person to her heart.

A sudden knock on the locked metal door of the projection room definitely didn't help to decrease the woman's anxiety. Marcel was already behind the screen, ready to burn it all down, so who it may be? Shosanna's thoughts were rudely interrupted by another more desperately sounding knock.

Shosanna's hand trembled slightly as she reached for the door's lock. It took a moment for her to compose herself, breathing deeply before slowly, cautiously unlocking the multiple locks, their mechanisms sliding smoothly against one another with a soft click. Finally reaching for the door handle, she twisted it hesitantly, feeling the resistance before it slowly swung open.