Legroom

My name is Song Gitae. I’m 20. That’s all I remember. Gitae finds himself waking up in a windowless room and without knowing how he got there—only the routine provision of food by Cha Jihun keeps time passing on. Jihun provides warm smiles and concern in the middle of Gitae’s coldness, though. But trust is dangerous for Gitae, since the man feeding him is the same man who cut off his foot.