"My name is Song Gitae. I'm 20" That's all that Gitae can remember. After waking up in a windowless room, the only way he can estimate the passage of time is from the meals Jihoon bring him 3 times a day.
Even though Jihoon continues to be affectionate towards him despite how badly he treats the former, Gitae still can't trust him.
"Then again, how could I... when the person who chopped off my leg is that bastard?"