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“I’m Sybil.” The woman smiled, and for a split second, her face seemed to rearrange itself—younger, then older, then scared, then serene. “I’m not what you think.”

Nicole should have walked away. Instead, she bought Sybil a drink.

“I’m sorry,” Nicole said. “I’ll cancel the show.” nicole doshi sybil a

“I have nine selves,” Sybil said calmly. “They don’t get along. But they all live in here.” She tapped her temple. “You act like different people. I am different people. The difference is, you get to go home afterward.”

But Nicole had never met anyone like Sybil. “I’m Sybil

Nicole realized what had happened. By watching them, recording them, turning their survival into art, she had fed something dangerous. The selves had always existed, but they had never performed for anyone before. Now they were competing for the spotlight.

“She’s gone,” David whispered. “The main one. Sybil. The others—they locked her out. We don’t know how to bring her back.” “I’m sorry,” Nicole said

“Can I meet them?” Nicole asked. “The other selves?”