~from Levi's POV~
I sighed, dragging my hands through my hair before standing up and finding Eren. He was the only person I had left since I'd talked with (y/n).
More than talked, really. Accused her of a series of violent murders.
"Hey," I said, sitting down next to him. "Can't sleep?"
"No," he admitted. "It's been hard lately, with...everything."
I tousled his hair. "Don't worry about it too much."
"It's hard not to." He paused, looking up at the stars. "I heard you talking with (y/n)."
"Hm."
"You really think it's her?" Eren turned to you with bright eyes. "You really think (y/n) is a murderer?" Something in his words seemed fragile and innocent.
"I don't know. Maybe." I looked away from Eren, scowling. How much of what I had said mirrored my real thoughts? Did I really think that (y/n) was killing people?
If so, then why, when looking at a murderer, do I just want to kiss her?
Damn it. I'd always had poor relationships with women, but never had I gone so far as to accuse them of murder.
She looked so mad. But that wasn't all. If she'd just been mad about the accusation itself, she simply would have denied.
But when she slapped my face, I realized. She was hurt because she thought I was playing her.
Was I?
Hell, I didn't even know anymore.
"But (y/n) is so nice," Eren protested. "Don't you remember? We were the ones who saved her life back when all of this first started. Why would she want to kill people now?"
I shrugged. "What am I, a detective? Maybe she just likes the power she gets by taking it from others."
Eren looked uncomfortable at my suggestion. "That's...wrong."
"Well I never said I recommended murder for your self esteem." I sighed again, glaring at Eren. "Look, I didn't say she was the killer, just that it looks that way."
"Well, why (y/n)?"
"Well I know it's neither of us, which leaves Armin, Annie, Jean, Erwin, and (y/n). Armin's a friend of yours, and he doesn't really bother anyone. Annie doesn't do anything that requires effort unless it's to survive. Although, I could see her killing people to conserve food, but I don't think it's her. Erwin's an idiot, but he's not a murderer. Jean...I don't know. Why go so far as to burn yourself? That's pretty extreme. Which leaves (y/n). She has some connection with almost everyone here. She's the most likely suspect." I looked back at Eren in admonition. "So stay away from her, okay?"
"All right..."

~from (y/n)'s POV~
You slept alone in your tent. You told yourself that it was because you were strong enough to stay by yourself, but truth be told, there was nothing you wanted more than to sleep with someone else to hold you and keep you safe.
But even more truthfully, you didn't want to stay with Jean because you didn't want to drag him into further suspicion than he already was.
How had this situation become so messed up anyway? If you hadn't been dating Erwin, if you hadn't come to the amusement park, if you hadn't gotten to know Levi...
With shaking hands, you took out your cell phone.
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What would happen if you drew back your fist, and slammed it into the screen? Or if you climbed to the top of the Ferris wheel and just let it fall? Or if you threw it at the vending machines with all your strength?
Would anyone miss you?
Or would they all be happier now that a murderer was gone?
I'm not the murderer, I'm not, you tried to convince yourself. Levi was just angry, and he took it out on me. I didn't kill anyone.
But weird things had been happening every since you'd come to this awful theme park in the first place. First, the invisible barrier, trapping all of you inside, and then the cell phone bond...
Who was to say that you hadn't killed Sasha and Marco, only you didn't remember it somehow?
Who was there to plead your innocence when you didn't even trust yourself?
You didn't know anymore.
So you sat in your tent, hugging your chest to your knees, wondering and hoping and slowly driving yourself mad with doubt.

~from Jean's POV~
I didn't think it was safe, leaving (y/n) alone for the night, but if I had tried to suggest that she stay with me, I would have blushed from head to toe. So I let her go, but I didn't like how Levi's words had made her face pale and her hands tremble. I didn't like how she shrank into herself, how her eyes followed the ground, and how her words grew quieter while her eyes grew brighter with withheld tears.
How could I possibly want to leave her alone when she was in a state like that?
But I did, I had to.
(Y/n) didn't come out of her tent the next morning.