As were these. I was trying to wash my hands in the last one. There was some diva that lured men to her and she “collected” them. She didn’t kill or torture them, just collected them.
The last one looked liked an overgrown, overage Boy Scout with a hugh kepi. That and his uniform had badges covering ever inch, and I was trying to read them. No wonder I was washing my hands: I needed to get out of there and back to reality.
Sounds like your Boy Scouts wandered into the French Foreign Legion.