I'm confused. I'm surrounded with many people whose questions drown out my words. "I don't know. I don't remember." I think rather than being confused, I'm scared. Not because of the ocean of unfamiliar faces...but because I, myself am also unfamiliar to me. Who was I? Who was I that people are so interested in me?

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I'm twenty-two. I call myself Jay. That's the name they gave me since I couldn't remember my real one. The farthest my memory can take me to was when I woke up in the hospital with faces I couldn't recognize. Seeing as they wore long white robes, I assumed they were doctors. They said someone found me unconscious near the hospital and paid the bill for me as well. And that I was lucky to be alive. But now, I don't know if I was really lucky at all. Is it better to live with no memories than to die with them? I don't even know who I am or who I was. What I was like. Or where my house is. Luck? Yeah. I guess I'm lucky to have found May. She's the owner of this gimbap place. I was lucky she offered me to work there and gave me a place to stay too. In the meantime until I remember myself. They said it's possible. But let's face it. 'Possible' could take a long while. And that word fades in waiting.

I go to this bookstore every day at the same time. 9pm. I know the owner. He trusted me enough to give me a spare key so I can drop by when he's not there. He's old. Probably a little over seventy. I didn't ask since I wouldn't care. And he knows I won't. I got enough problems of my own. I don't even know how old I really am. "I don't know." It seems to be my most used sentence ever. At least ever since I can remember. Why hasn't anyone found me? Are they even looking for me? How remote of a place is this that they can't even find me?

After a while of contemplating on the same topic while skimming through some books, I ended up asking questions like, "Why was I unconscious near a hospital? And why did that person pay my hospital bill?" Why? I obtained injuries too but they told me list of possibilities of how I could've acquired them so I never really thought about it anymore. No way. No one in the right mind would do that to me right?

Nope. There's no way. It can't be. I may have lost my memory but I see myself in the mirror everyday and think to myself that I'm not an important person. Or was I? I'm getting ahead of myself, right?

Okay then. First thing tomorrow, I'll go to the police station and ask them a favor to check it out. I've been idle for too long. I can't wait for someone to find me anymore. I guess I'm gonna have to find them myself.

Who was I really?