Anatoly, as he had introduced himself, was a tall blonde guy with a muscular build who was rummaging around the tank and the bones without apparent remorse.
He was dressed in a simple sports sweater with a sports team logo on it and had short pants and carried a pouch with him.
He had been the first to scream when he had the realization of the historical value of the rusty remains of the tank and apparently showed a keen interest in what the prop was about.
Tina sighed at the scene, she felt cold for the guy, she couldn't envision herself donning such light wear with the morning temperature.
Mayhap it was her bias for having been recently betrayed, but she felt that he and boys in general were a woe to the world.
Why did they have to be that destructive, why did they not need to show remorse or respect to things and people, even dead people for that matter?
The skeleton audibly snapped and crumbled in a pile of unsorted bones to the stupor of Anatoly and them all.
The mere thought of having meddled with real human remains was horrifying and dreadful, what the hell was the management thinking when they did that?
It was then Giles presented himself, he was a guy in his forties with glasses and short brown hair with highlights.
He had a more serious attire, with a shirt and a tie, and a light sleeveless woolly along with jeans, and presented himself as a technician that worked for a printer company.
Giles stated that the bones might have been 3D printed and arranged in an anatomically correct way, which eased them all a bit in accepting the situation.
Luckily, none had the knowledge needed to debunk him except for Tina herself that gave a glance to the now broken remains.
That was one hundred percent real bone, it was exposed to the elements and all matched the studies she had made to recognize at least the aging effect of them.
Tina decided to keep that information to herself, making the other worry that was in no way helpful at the moment.
Still, she worried, who in his right mind would leave real human bones out in the open and perfectly arranged to boot?
In the old uniform, there was an old diary, a worn-out dagger, and an empty gun holster; ordering the skeleton's remains a worn-out ring was also found.
Anatoly was shocked as he unsheathed the still pristine blade, and proceeded to explain it was one of the infamous daggers given to high-ranking SS officials or was a perfect replica of one.
There was even the motto "my honor is loyalty" inscribed in the German language on the blade, while the blade itself featured a simple maker insignia and had lost the eagle decoration it sported.
The ring was in too poor a condition to tell if it was a wedding ring or the commemorative ring given with the dagger in question.
Tina heard a gentle tap on her shoulder as Sara took her far from the scene and double-checking not to be heard she whispered.
"I've known you for years, I can see your fear and tension, is that the real deal!?"
Tina sighed nodding "I ain't a Nazi expert but at least I can tell the bones are human"
Sara put a hand over her face, sighing.
"Well they did boast on their website to offer a real chilling experience but this is another level entirely! Still, it's a place that sees a lot of visits during the years and has several positive reviews, I'm pretty sure they can't have bought them all!"
It was clear enough that Sara was trying hard to convince herself too since she was faltering.
While they were talking Anatoly had found out that Altea spoke the German language and gave to her the bloodied old diary.
When Sara and Tina reunited with the main group the girl proceeded to translate for everybody.
It was a mission journal and in the first ten reports or so basically copied what information was known about the lost battalion that was due to arrive at that castle.
The writer didn't believe in the mission, it was clear enough that he felt he was sent on a fool's errand, and believed that his men were better suited to defend Berlin rather than go around the Carpathian mountain seeking a myth.
Still, he also knew that if he did give that order to his men, they would've surely died, and he swore on his honor to fulfil his mission.
The journal mentioned the thick fog as they ascended to the castle, they had a slower ascent since they didn't know the road, but they managed to arrive to the castle.
The group entered the castle courtyard mentioning how they widened an existing tear in the gate in order to make their armoured vehicle enter the castle walls.
Their testament was probably the wide gap Tina's group had passed trough; so that was why things were that way.
Most disturbingly the journal mentioned a first reckon into the castle, they found the place devastated, weapons from ancient to modern spread about without rhyme or reason.
There were signs that somebody had tried to convert the place into an artillery installation in the first world war at least and some old outdated equipment was still present on the castle ramparts.
Franz Müller, the officer writing the journal wondered what those soldier fighting here had thought and felt to the scene.
The man stated also that he and his group tried to sort things up a little, in order to impress positively on the owner of the castle.
Franz commented that even he found the sheer number of skeletons inside the first rooms of the castle unsettling to say the least.
He had also doubts about some of them being humans since they were disproportionate and had odd features, there was a chance, a possibility this was the real deal.
Many amongst the youngest audience gulped audibly to the statements read aloud by Altea, but Tina wasn't amongst them.
She liked horror movies and stories, Stephen King was her favourite author and she could trick herself into believing it was just a good chilling story.
Deep down within herself however she harboured the same doubts the man writing that journal had felt, there was something unnatural about that situation, something eerie about that mist that surrounded them.
Aside from their breaths and movement to keep somewhat warm the only noises so far had been insects chirping or stridulating and crows with their chilling caws.
If anything else that location had a very evocative horror atmosphere and was surely well suited for players like them.
The only prayer that Tina had for the lord above was that this was the management's idea to get them into the spirit of the story of the castle and nothing more.