Caim is literally me. No other character can come close to relating to me like him. There is no way you can convince me that I’m not Caim. Caim could not possibly be any more me. It’s me, and nobody can convince me otherwise. If anyone approached me about this not possibly being me, I immediately shut them down with overwhelming evidence that Caim was me. Caim is absolutely me; it is indisputable. Why anyone would try to argue that Caim is not me is beyond me. If you held two pictures of me and Caim side by side, you’d see no difference. I can safely look at Caim every day and say, “Yup, he’s me.” I can practically see Caim whenever I look at myself in the mirror. I go outside, and people stop me from commenting on how similar I look and act as Caim is. I chuckle softly as I’m assured every day Caim is me in every way. I can smile each time I get out of bed each morning, knowing that I’ve found my identity with Caim and I know my place in this world. It’s amusing how similar he is to me; it’s almost like identical twins. When I first saw Caim, I had an existential crisis. What if Caim was the real me and I was the fictional being? What if he actually became aware of my existence? Did he have the ability to become self-aware?