It was jarring when he woke up, unable to recognize his own reflection from across the mirror. Those chapped lips, pulled down at the corners, and sagging shoulders; the dark bags under his eyes that told stories his brain seemed unable to decode. It would have been an understatement to simply say that he didn't remember - the memories had never existed in the first place.

The papers stashed at the foot of his bed, clipped on in the period of his temporary stay, tells him things his mind seemed unable to piece together for itself.

He is male. He is twenty four years old, born March thirty first. His blood type is an O positive.

And his name is Bang Yongguk.