You had joined the task force a few months ago, so that meant they didn't know that much about you. You were quite a mystery.

You and ghost had a new mission tonight. You had to find a drug dealer who was undercover at the carnival festival. But there was one problem. You have a clown phobia. Even seeing something that reminds you of one terrifies you. But surely you can contain yourself. Right?

You were both standing in front of the carnival festival, a giant red and white tent pinned up in the middle. Vendors placed everywhere, there was also a few rides around.

You both entered the tent, and of course, as predicted, there was plenty of clowns. Everywhere.