As soon as you reveal that the clown's hair is fake, Smoke's anger dissipates almost instantly. He releases his grip on Ronald McDonald and steps back, looking at him with a mixture of embarrassment and relief. "I... I see."

Ronald McDonald rubs his throat, still coughing from the force of Smoke's blow. After a moment, he looks up at you both and smiles weakly. "Look, I understand why you were confused.

The fake clown shakes his head slowly. "I don't know... I was just told to come here and wait for someone. They never showed up, though."

You share a look with Smoke, who nods in understanding. It seems that they were setting you both up from the beginning. Suddenly, the front door bursts open and several men dressed in black rush into the room. Each of them is armed with a submachine gun and wears a ski mask.

"It's a trap!"