"Alright then!!" the double declared. "Who do you think is the real Asher? Go to the left if you think I'm the real one, and to the right if you think the imposter is the real me!!"
The cramped room froze, feeling as if their feet were nailed to the floor. The girls who had just arrived struggled to process and comprehend the chaos.
"T-thats insane, Asher. You know we can't choo—"
"You will, Goatman!" the double snapped, cutting Derrick off. "This is the only way to settle it! The one who receives fewer votes will be expelled from this house, never to be seen again!!"
The room went silent. Sharon and her mother felt weak in the knees. Choosing the firm version: the one without memories before sickness might mean selecting the imposter. Choosing the other, the Asher they'd grown up with, could mean leaving the "real" one out. What if they were both the same person, split by some high-level sorcery? Their minds couldn't decide. This was the hardest choice of their lives.
