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"H-huh?" You stammer. "What's a Yellow doing here?"

"Oh, so you know who we are?" She responds in a curious tone. "You shouldn't... We haven't come out here this year. Buuuut that's not breaking a rule! You're allowed to know about us."

The Yellow steps into the room. She pick up the door and awkwardly leans it against the doorway, covering it half-heartedly. She then pulls up a chair that hadn't been knocked over by the falling door, and notices your bra hanging upon it. She giggles and picks it up.

"You two are close, huh?" She cheerfully asks.

"Y-yes mam." You respond. "We're lovers."

"Nice, nice!" She responds clapping her hands together. You felt uneasy. Everything she did was cheerful and friendly, but she was just so intimidating while she was. Sweat started beading on your face. Pinks were much more genuine than her. You'd never look at them negatively again.

"Alright." The yellow said, and sat down on the chair. She still held your bra in her hands, and and toyed with it occasionally.

"Here's the thing. You're going to listen to me, and only respond when I ask you a question. Any interruptions, and you'll be punished accordingly, Kay?"

"K-kay..." You replied. "Alright..." Winry responded.

"Goodie! Alright, here we go. Last night there was an incident down at the theater. Did you know about this?"

"No."

"Okay, The incident involved fire. Thousands of dollars worth of property was destroyed. Did you have access to anything that could start a fire?"

"Our oven."

"Anything else?"

"No, nothing."

"Very good. Now, where were you last night? What were you doing?"

"I was sleeping here in bed with my wife." "Same."

"I believe it. Now, do you know of anyone that might have set fire to the theater?"

"No." You stated. Winry paused however. Then she responded 'no' as well.

"I see..." The yellow said. She got up and started looking around the room. Then, she stopped by the trash can. She put her hand inside, and pulled out a wine bottle.

"****... I've never gotten the chance to try it... Supposedly if you drink enough of it, your mind starts to do some funny things. You might forget what you did, or do things you would never do normally... Do you know who's this is?"

"It's ours." Winry responds. "We had some last night."

"Five entire bottles worth? Between the two of you?"

"Yeah, we went a little overboard. As you can see from our lingerie that's thrown across the room."

"And what about the four glasses in your dish rack?"

"That was from the night before. We didn't have as much then."

You sat in silence as Winry responded to the Yellow's questions. She did so without a hint of fear or worry in her voice. She was like a stone statue, refusing to be moved by the yellow's intimidating demeanor. You just nodded in response to her answers.

"I see..." The yellow said. "Well, that makes sense. Supposedly lots of people have been taking up drinking recently. *giggle* I can't blame them considering their friends have disappeared! It only makes sense that you two have started drinking yourselves to ****!"

She walks over to the door and moves it to the side, leaning it up against the wall.

"Well, that's your interrogation over, dearies! You're not off the hook yet, but you can leave your room now. Just don't disturb any of the other YELOs! Oh, and put these on."

The yellow takes a pair of small badges from within her black panties and places them on the table.

"That's so the other YELOs know you're good. I'll send one of those stupid GREN your way to fix your door and replace your table. Have fun!" And with that, the yellow left the room to go interrogate the next person.

"You don't really think..." You whisper.

"One of them did it." Winry responds. "One of them finally broke, and they burned down the theater in response. But they're my friends, and I'm not going to let Alex have her way with them too."

You get dressed and put on your badge after washing it in the sink. You decide to exit your room. The maiden's hall has a horrible feel to it. Most of the girls are still in their rooms, but there are yellows everywhere. They, like all the other staff members, look and act identical. You can hear their interrogations from within some of the rooms. A couple of rooms have broken doors as well.

You walk down the steps with Winry and enter the mess hall. There aren't any yellows in sight. You notice a pink carrying a tray of waffles out onto the serving tables. You smile. Before you had considered them creepy and soulless, but now that you look at them, a lot of the time, they were genuinely nice people. It's only that they were **** to smile.

You sigh, and sit down at a table next to a pair of girls. You enjoy your breakfast in silence as you wait for the interrogation to pass.

...

It's about two hours later. You're in the lounge watching television with Winry and another girl when an announcement comes on over the loudspeaker.

"The culprit has been found. The inquisition is now over."

Your heart sinks. Winry's expression changes, and for the first time in your life, you see her frown. Minutes later, you would see her cry as you read the note pasted on Athena's door.

"Athena has been apprehended for the immolation of the public theater. She will not be returning. She will not be transformed into a staff member. Anyone having withheld information will not be charged. Athena's accomplice will not be charged.

Thank you.

Alexandra Altman, President of the F.F.F.F."

You hold the sobbing Winry in your arms and she cries on your shoulder.

"There, there..." You tell her, as tears flow down your face as well.

You knew who Athena's accomplice was, and why she wouldn't be charged. Tifa, your friend, had ratted her out to the yellows. Five days later, Tifa, after having been shunned by the entire maiden's hall, left for the unlit dungeon. She never returned.