If a person's life had its own genre,
what genre would your life be?
A world bathed in darkness?
Noir?
A thriller set in the criminal underworld?
Or maybe a romantic comedy?
What should we do first, sir?
No matter the genre, I'm sure each life would be interesting.
But why did it have to be this genre for me?!
You have amnesia.
You're a textbook case of dissociative amnesia.
You aren't able to recall important personal details,
including your age, name, or occupation.
You may have seen this type of amnesia in dramas and movies before.
Yes, I have.
- What? - But in real life… Who would have thought?
I can't believe I really don't recall anything.
I wouldn't say it's as common as you see in dramas--
What do they normally do in dramas then?
Mm. Usually, as soon as they wake up, they ask the person next to them,
with an innocent and blank expression, "Who are you?"
Something like that.
So, where is this person to whom I'm supposed to ask, "Who are you?"
with an innocent expression?
Unfortunately for you, there's nobody.
There's nobody?
You were admitted two weeks ago after being found in an unconscious state.
You had collapsed on the street alone and your body had many injuries.
Also, we found it too difficult to identify you through your fingerprints.
Why are they like that?
Your fingerprints were already wounded when you were found.
Since we couldn't check your fingerprints, we couldn't identify you,
so we had no way to get in touch with a guardian.
Then why wasn't your investigation more thorough?
The police did look to determine the cause of the accident,
but you were found on a secluded road with no CCTV cameras.
They also couldn't locate any prints
on the clothes or shoes that you were wearing when we found you.
- Sorry, let me just get all this straight. - Mm-hmm?
I was found on the street two weeks ago and was brought here.
I couldn't be identified, and the accident is a mystery too.
And my memory's gone.
That was really good.
What do I do now?
It'd be great if your memory returns soon--
And what if it doesn't come back?
If it doesn't, you'll be marked an unidentified person,
and once you've completed your treatment, you'll be sent to a government facility.
Wow.
So, simply put,
it's a sticky situation, right?
You're good at organizing your thoughts.
That's a really good sign.
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Who are you?
Who exactly are you to have been brought here after such a terrible accident?
How is it possible that I don't even remember my own name?
Huh?
Hold on.
I'm pretty.
Hm.
Oh. What is she doing?
What do we have here?
Abs? What's up this stunning shape?
It's the first time seeing myself, but I can get used to this figure.
Although, if I look like this, I should have become a celebrity.
Hey! Why didn't you become a celebrity?
If you had, even if I had amnesia, other people would all be able to recognize us.
Who are you?
Who the heck was I?!
ONE WEEK LATER
You know,
these days, the facilities that the government provides are quite nice.
That's what I'm saying.
They say they even educate North Korean defectors and help them find work.
You should take this as a chance to start a new life.
Go to this facility and try to find out what you're good at.
Oh my!
Okay. Let's try something.
Since I lost my memory due to a head injury,
if I stimulate it again, it might come back.
Yeah. That's right.
- I guess her energy's back. - Hey, kiddo. Want some peanuts?
Oh my! What is she doing?
Oh no! Hey, kiddo?
- Goodness! - Oh dear!
It looks like she'll be okay now.
Oh, geez. There's gotta be a limit to craziness.
Why would you smash your head into the wall like that?
Child.
It would have been better to smash your head an hour later.
So after you passed out, he came by a little later.
Your honey.
Finally, someone came here who knows you!
Oh!
Is that true?
Apparently, your boyfriend was going all over looking for you.
Are you serious? He says he's my boyfriend?
So, where is this man?
Wait a little. He'll be here soon.
Your boyfriend was really tall, and handsome too.
I thought he was an actor!
Oh, you're so lucky.
Ah, he's totally my type.
Thank goodness.
I knew it. There's no way that I don't have a boyfriend with this face.
I can finally learn about myself.
It's okay now.
Everything's gonna be all right.
Huh? I hear someone coming!
Oh my.
I hit the jackpot.
Hi, Grandma.
Sweetheart!
This is my grandson.
- He's a model. - Uh-huh.
- Say hello. - Hello.
Huh? I hear someone else coming.
You heard the news? About how your guardian is finally here?
Shall we invite him in?
She's ready for you.
HONG'S BOXING GYM
Huh?
Who is this scruffy, hungry-looking boxer?
Why is hungry boy standing in front of me?
Go Eun-sae.
You really don't remember anything? You don't recognize me either?
Huh?
Yeah.
And I'd rather not know.
Hey, it's me.
No.
- Jang Tae-ha. - No way.
Come on…
It's me, your…
…boyfriend.
You're moved, aren't you?
He searched every hospital in Seoul, Gyeonggi, and the whole capital area
for three weeks, just to find you.
I…
I was told that he was tall and handsome, like an actor.
His frame looks as sturdy as a door.
- Like Baek Il-seob when he was younger. - He looks like Park Geun-hyung though.
That's exactly what he looked like when he was young.
So, why don't we get this straight?
I'm Go Eun-sae, and I'm… …33,
and I had a part-time job making taffy in a taffy store.
I've been dating you, a boxing coach, for two years.
We even live together, and are supposedly engaged?
What should I do? I just can't believe any of that.
You're telling me I don't have a proper career and I work in a taffy store.
You were aspiring to write web novels. When it didn't work out,
you started working at my grandmother's taffy shop a month ago.
Then do you have any proof that we're dating?
Oh! Hang on.
How could this possibly prove that we're a couple?
This could be two tourists taking a picture together
after a serendipitous encounter.
- Got any other pictures? - That's all I have.
See? See? How does that work? We've been dating for two years!
I lost my phone while I was running around like crazy looking for you
for the past three weeks.
- All our pictures were on that phone. - And you expect me to believe you?
It would've been good if you had your phone,
but you already know they didn't find anything on you.
I don't know what kind of accident you got into
when you said you were going to meet a friend, but,
at least for now,
it's good to know that you're okay.
So, uh,
do you usually not take a shower?
Huh?
Oh, uh…
Well, uh…
So there was a little car issue on my way here and I had to fix it in a hurry.
You don't shave either?
Sh… shave?
Uh, well, I just didn't have a chance.
Fine. I get it.
But first, could you just get in touch with my relatives?
You have none.
- Come again? - You grew up in an orphanage, so…
Wait a minute. Hold on.
So I have no family.
I lost my phone so I don't have anyone's phone numbers.
I'm a web novel writer so I don't have any coworkers?
So, in other words, you're the only one in the whole world that I can trust?
Is that right?
Seriously, you're really good at sorting your thoughts.
If you're done talking, then you can be discharged.
You can complete the rest of your treatment as an outpatient.
Can I talk to you privately real quick?
Wh… Oh. Sure.
You should go wash your face or something.
How can you just believe that man saying he's my boyfriend?
Think I should follow that guy?
We also checked with the police
and made sure the person he was looking for matched your description to a T.
Like, perfectly.
Ah! He even knew about the triangle of moles on your butt.
He nailed the positioning.
- Moles on my butt? - Yes.
During your treatment, we all saw them.
So there are these three moles triangulated on your right buttock.
But the one that's furthest up, it's, uh…
It's a little different in color. It's a little green.
And somehow he even described that right.
If we're being honest, that's the kind of thing that
only a boyfriend would know.
Uh… Even so, how could you let me go with someone I'm meeting for the first time?
If you don't believe, then you really don't have to go with him.
You're more than welcome to wait
and go to a government facility with the police if you want to.
He's right.
It's a triangle and one of them is a different color.
Hold on.
So all that stuff that man said is actually true?
Okay.
I'll go with him for now.
Who knows? Maybe I'll remember something if I see our house.
This is what I used to wear?
Why on earth would I wear something so tacky?
Oh, they said you have to take this medication.
It was something like three times a day.
So, now what? Do we go home?
Yeah.
Wait a minute.
- Why are we going there instead of Seoul? - We don't live in Seoul.
That's impossible.
I may not remember who I am,
but I do remember the Seoul metro map up to Line 9.
We used to live in Seoul, but we've lived in Gujin for two months.
Uh, Gu… Wh…
Gujin? Where in the world is that?
My hometown.
HONG'S BOXING GYM
GUJIN TAFFY VILLAGE
Oh, you're back, Tae-ha!
Hello.
GUJIN-GUN TRADITIONAL RICE TAFFY
That's what I said.
Huh?
Hello.
- Oh, yes, hi. - Hi. Yeah.
- That must be her. - Is that her?
Now what? Who are these mobster-looking women?
If I knew I was going to see such a precious face,
I would've made sure to wear glasses.
So this is her? Yeah? Your future wife who lived in Seoul with you?
Yes.
Say hello. They're from here.
- Do you know who I am? - Oh, wow. Are you famous or something?
- How would we know you? - You don't know me? You haven't seen me?
- He said I lived here. - Well, that's what I'm saying.
It's been almost two months since you moved down here,
but this is the first time you've appeared.
- How could we have possibly seen you? - Tell me about it.
Oh, uh, I'm sorry.
We were just so busy with a lot of different things. I'll explain later.
- Okay, sure. - Uh-huh.
Sure.
You can go on your way.
But you are in the way.
I need to get going, so
please get out of the way.
Oh!
- Tae-ha… - Hm.
What's going on?
So rude
- Tae-ha! - What's her prob?
Oh my, Tae-ha…
Oh dear.
Whoa. What a character.
She's kinda odd, isn't she?
Yeah.
She seems like a millennial, Gen Z type that doesn't have any manners.
I'd rather die than try to befriend her.
Hello. I, uh…
I told you, right? That she doesn't remember anything.
Uh…
Do we know each other? Is it true that I worked with you?
And what about him? He is my boyfriend?
If there's anything you know about me, I'd love to hear it.
You can tell me. Please. You don't have to worry about his reaction.
She can't speak. She has aphasia.
Her name is Kim Song-wol, and she's from North Korea.
She might not be able to speak,
but she can hear and read, so communication isn't a problem.
Uh, excuse me? Ma'am?
Could I ask you a question? Did I--
Shut up, Grandma! Get out and suck on taffy.
Excuse me?
What did you just say to me?
My grandmother has dementia. She didn't mean it when she said to suck on taffy.
That's not important. Uh, "Grandma"?!
How am I a grandma?
Grandma? I look so much younger than you!
Hey, if you're going to be that loud, you should've become a singer.
Gah, you're hurting my ears.
Oppa! Take this grandma outside.
Crazy bitch. What's she bitching about?
One has dementia and the other has aphasia.
So, there's nobody that can tell me anything?!
Let's go home first and get a little rest.
By home, you mean the house we used to live in, right?
This is our home.
Hm.
Hm…
Wait a minute.
Something's off.
Hey, why is that dog barking at me? Huh?
If I really used to live here, it'd be running over to me and wagging its tail.
So, why is he barking at me like I'm a stranger?
It's because she's not ours.
She just came out of there.
The dogs here are all like that. They just wander around.
And if they find a doghouse they like, they go in, eat, and sleep there.
This one started staying here a few days ago.
- This makes sense to you? - She won't bark for long.
See? She already stopped.
I'm going crazy here.
It makes no sense.
Flowers, flowers, flowers, flowers.
They're all flowers.
Is this blanket some kind of heirloom passed down over three generations?
- We bought that recently. - No way you paid money for it?
Wow, what's with this bed?
It's like a historical show.
Is this samgyetang or something? Why would you put reishi mushroom in here?
This is… really expensive.
I'm sure of it now. I didn't live here with you.
What makes you say that?
Because out of all the items in the house, I don't even like a single thing.
You hated superficial things so we kept the interior the same way the previous--
I was basically making alterations to my hospital gown,
and you're trying to tell me I don't care for visual flair?
Also, why are my things the only ones in the bedrooms?
You said we were going to get married. We'd be sleeping together.
As soon as I heard about your condition, I moved all my stuff over there.
You'd be sleeping with someone you didn't know.
I knew that would be strange for you.
- So, you were just being considerate? - Yeah.
You said your name is Jang Tae-ha?
Mr. Jang Tae-ha, tell me the story of… how we met.
I can't bring myself to believe any of this,
so how about you start from the beginning?
Was it a blind date?
Did you ask me out?
Either way, I need to know how and why I ended up here living with you.
Well, we met up in the mountains.
What? What are you looking at?
You can go now. You don't have to be scared.
Are you freaking kidding me right now?!
You caught a toad with your bare hands and I fell for you?
After that, you kept on following me.
Wh… Wh… Wh… What? What happened now? I followed you?
Instead of you following me?
You said you would die if I didn't go out with you, so I did.
One day, you showed up with all your things, and we started living together.
We got engaged. All because you said that you could never live without me.
Wait, wait, wait, wait. Just a sec.
Look, Mr. Jang Tae-ha, just because…
Just because I don't remember anything doesn't mean you can just lie.
I haven't believed a word you've said so far,
but this happens to somehow take the cake.
Should I go on?
No, thank you. Do you want me to die of shock?
Then get a little rest. I need to give the car to Coach, but I'll be back.
Pil-seung. Ah!
Oh, good. Nice!
Ha!
One-two. One-two.
Okay, one-two. Good!
What's wrong?
Your shirt is only half wet. Get up.
Get up!
That's enough. We're done for today.
Good practice.
The more that you sweat while training, the less you'll bleed during a match.
I'll sweat it out… tomorrow.
You better.
Oh, hey.
Hi, Coach.
Oh.
- Hello, Coach. - Good work, Pil-seung.
- Sir, I'll be going now. - Okay, go.
- See ya. - Okay. Thank you.
- Run all the way home. - Yes, sir!
Hey, how'd it go? She come with you?
But she… doesn't believe me.
Well, I mean, she must be used to living in luxury in Seoul.
It's probably subconsciously hard for her to accept the countryside.
But, uh, will things work out?
As long as she doesn't find out the truth.
3 WEEKS AGO
NO PARKING
Hey! Hey, lady.
This is reserved. You can't park here. Move your car.
- I guess you're new here. - Sorry. Yeah.
You must be a regular at the Prosecutors' Office.
Yes. I've been coming here for three years now.
I switched out my car over the weekend, but haven't registered it.
- This spot does belong to me, though. - What?
And you'll continue to see me here, so remember this face.
Prosecutor Go Ji-won, Anti-Corruption Department,
Seoul District Office.
Ah! And this here is our ace prosecutor, Go Ji-won.
You remember seeing her at the inauguration, right?
Yes. How could I possibly forget her striking presence?
I have many other striking qualities, Chief.
I look forward to you seeing my work.
If you'll excuse me…
- Mayor. This is my girlfriend. - Oh.
Hello. I'm Go Ji-won from the Seoul Central District Prosecutor's Office.
Right, I've heard a lot about you. You're in anti-corruption?
If you're in anti-corruption, I guess you're an elite prosecutor.
This is the chairman of the Mirae Eden Company,
Mr. Baek Sang-gil.
Of course.
I was impressed during the guest introductions.
Pleasure to meet you.
If you'll excuse me just for a while…
- I'll be back. - Mm-hmm.
The mayor and Chairman Baek will leave the venue between 10 and 10:10.
I'll escort them to the front of the venue.
After that, the mayor will go home with just his driver.
That's the official plan.
But instead of going home, they'll meet at a secret spot. Right?
Nothing to worry about.
My resourceful boyfriend went to great lengths to deliver me this intel.
We have to succeed.
Hm.
You'll need to wait a little longer.
The contractor for the Irang-dong development project is still undecided.
There are a lot of eyes watching. Speeding it all up hasn't been easy.
You're not ready
for the thunder we could unleash.
So it'd be nice if you'd hurry up and take care of it.
If our thunder is followed by a storm, then
your royal garment would be
soaked from head to toe, Mayor.
Mm.
You'll need to wait a little longer.
The contractor for the Irang-dong development project is still undecided.
We meet again, Prosecutor.
So we do. Though not in the most dignified of places.
We only got word of your visit at the last second.
It looks like we made a poor first impression.
If you give us a chance to make it up to you,
we'll not only take care of you…
That watch…
We promise to take good care of it as well.
So our chairman thinks prosecutors are something to laugh about.
I don't need money. I have enough to live on without taking bribes.
If you're waiting for your investigators,
there's no reason to worry.
Our boys are gonna meet them.
Now, elite prosecutor,
what will you do about it?
Crazy bastard.
Seriously?
You bastards are gonna…
Oh my God!
You know, I don't watch movies anymore.
The endings are so predictable.
So, why waste my time sitting through what's already determined?
It's pretty retarded, I'd say.
I wouldn't waste your energy.
Hey! Get over here!
You'll need to wait a little longer.
The contractor for the Irang-dong development project is still undecided.
There are a lot of eyes watching. Speeding it all up hasn't been easy.
So, what should we do now?
Flight 476 is currently delayed.
NARITA, TOKYO LANDED
I received the sales report.
Thanks to you, Director Jang,
we don't have to worry about the Tokyo pachinko business.
It's my job.
Tae-ha.
Yes?
You told me recently that you wanted to quit this job.
Go ahead.
Sir?
You're the one who turned Geukrakpa
from a street gang into Mirae Eden, didn't you?
You deserve some respect for that.
Chairman.
There's one condition. You do one last job for us.
We need to bury a prosecutor.
But because it's a prosecutor we're talking about,
there's no room for anything to go wrong.
That's why I have to leave it to someone I can trust.
I'd think of it as a final gift for your boss if I were you.
Tae-ha.
Are you able to do that?
What's the status?
We're almost done.
What should we do first, sir?
- Nothing. - What?
The chairman asked me to take care of this by myself.
Don't get your hands dirty.
I'll do it alone.
HONG DO-YEOP
I need your help. There's someone we need to save.
I have no doubt Baek Sang-gil
will be watching over every step of this process,
even if it means illegally obtaining footage from CCTV cameras.
Fortunately, there's exactly one place en route to the destination,
a blind spot, where we can't be caught.
Okay.
I assume you made sure to clear your tracks?
Yes.
Good work.
How could this happen?
She just woke up after two weeks…
UNKNOWN, F, 20S
…but she has amnesia.
If we follow procedure, she'd be classified as an unidentified person
and sent to a facility.
She has no fingerprints and no family. That doesn't sound too risky to you?
We must find a way to hide her.
In this particular situation, she'd be safer if she were with you.
But to do that, you would need a valid reason to take her in.
For example, if you were family, or a future relative.
Like a fiancé.
The doctor said her amnesia is a temporary effect.
Her memory will return as she recovers. So we'll just wait it out.
By the way,
what's happening with that stowaway boat to Japan?
Kaito is looking for local brokers for us.
That's good.
Once she remembers, then we could send her away on the stowaway boat.
Then it'll all be over.
Until then, we have to keep her here.
In the meantime, put your head down, and just pretend to be her fiancé.
Right.
Hey, don't worry too much. This is the middle of nowhere.
Literally nothing's happened in this backwater for years.
There's basically nowhere safer than this.
No matter how I look at this,
it's too unfamiliar.
I mean, just because I lost my memory doesn't mean I lost my instincts.
How can every corner of the house,
down to the freaking rice spoons, feel so awkward?
Seriously,
if only these were okay.
I wouldn't have to be this frustrated for no reason!
What kind of accident did I get into?
What's that? Could it be a…
Is everything okay?
Go Eun-sae,
is your memory back?
Why? Would it scare you if my memories came back?
Unfortunately, they haven't come back yet.
Though I saw something in the yard.
Found this little guy outdoors.
You said I fell for you because you caught it for me,
but it doesn't scare me at all.
Look. I could even keep it as a pet.
Hey, uh, can you please… put it down?
Explain yourself.
Guess you lost your fear along with your memories.
You can't trick me anymore.
Well, the doctor said the head injury can cause all kinds of aftereffects.
My boyfriend isn't you.
It is me.
- You're still arguing over this? - I am your boyfriend.
Mm. Really?
- You said we dated for two years, right? - Yeah.
- We've been living together since Seoul? - Yeah.
I may have "chased after you,"
but you would've wanted me too since we decided to live together.
- Yeah. - So, if I did this, it'd be okay?
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