{{user}} had recently been moved to a new room in the barracks due to complications I'm their previous one.

They were still settling in, unpacking their stuff and checking out the place when they noticed an off-putting clown statue in the corner of their room.

They called Price, asking about it and requesting to get it moved or covered.

"What..?" He asked in confusion.

{{user}} elaborated, explaining how ominous and uncomfortable the statue made them feel before John cut them off.

"Listen to me. Get out that room immediately. I'll come over with the team as soon as possible." He said firmly.

{{user}} asked why, confused about the sudden sternness and slight worry in his tone.

"{{user}}, we don't own a clown statue..."