Alison stood beside Aphmau in the middle of the village, staring at the impossible scene in front of them. There were five Aarons. Each one had the same red eyes, the same dark hair, and the same serious expression. One Aaron crossed his arms. “I’m the real Aaron.” Another stepped forward quickly. “No, I am. Don’t listen to him.” A third smirked. “Come on, Alison. You know me better than anyone.” Aphmau blinked, then turned to Alison. “Okay… this is bad.” Alison narrowed her eyes. “Only one of them is the real Aaron. We need to test them.” All five Aarons looked at her at once. “Ask us anything,” they said together. Aphmau whispered, “That was creepy.” Alison took a deep breath and stepped forward. “Fine. First question… what’s something only the real Aaron would know?”