You sit down, and instantly regret your decision.

The energy across the table is intense, the stare unsettling. This isn’t the kind of dinner you brag about later. This is the one you tell people about in a whisper: “You won’t believe who I just ate with…”

Here’s the shocking part: he started out as a failed artist, sketching buildings and landscapes that never impressed the critics. Rejected twice from art school, drifting without direction — not exactly the résumé of a future dictator.

But then came the speeches.

The anger.

The ability to stir up a crowd.

Slowly, frighteningly, he built a movement.

Dinner is not light conversation.

He talks fast, convinced of every word, never really listening. He rails against enemies, repeats the same lines until they drill into your ears. You find yourself both horrified and fascinated — not by the content, but by the sheer force of it.

And that’s the unsettling part: he wasn’t “charming” in the traditional sense, but he had a magnetism that millions bought into.

That’s how one man led a nation into war, genocide, and destruction. Influence at its darkest.

You don’t leave this dinner wanting a second round. You leave shaken, asking bigger questions.

How did people fall for this?

How did ordinary citizens cheer him on?

And could it happen again, in a different time, with a different face?

The Reveal

So who’s across the table, ranting, scheming, and leaving you with a pit in your stomach?

Adolf Hitler.

Would you have taken the dinner invite? Or is this the one table you’d push away from before the meal even begins?

This one was tough to sit through, but the story’s not over. One more guest to bring to the table before the show opens next week — and this one changes the tone.

Stay tuned for the next hint drop on Instagram →