The key did in fact fit in the lock of the collar. With a simple twist, the collar fell off, showing absolutely no signs of having any explosive son it, just some wires and glue, really. But did that mean just his collar was a fake, or was everyone else's as well?

After five or so minutes, the door opened on it's own. Everything was dark outside of the room. Any mannequins outside of the door of the shelter appeared burnt and misshapen. One even appeared to be missing a head, and had legs where it's arms had once been. An odd creaking could be heard all around him, but it was hard to place.