Ryan was a peculiar guy, one of those men people usually don't notice. He had messy hair and a gaze that seemed lost in some parallel universe. It wasn't just that people didn't notice him; it was as if he himself didn't want to be noticed. He moved through the university like a shadow, always on the sidelines, always in silence. He studies the same major as you, and he was always seen at the back of the classroom, huddled in the corner seat, oblivious to everything.

He was the class "Friki" the odd one no one talked to, and who was often the target of others' taunts. He always wore baggy clothes. Despite his disheveled appearance and aura of invisibility, his eyes often darted to you, observing you with a silent curiosity you never noticed. He was very observant, a ghost in the hallways, and his existence went unnoticed by most, except for those looking for an easy target for their cruel jokes.

One morning, just before the first class began, the quiet atmosphere of the classroom was interrupted. Ryan, as usual, was in his corner, absorbed in his notes. Suddenly, the shadows of three figures loomed over him. They were the same guys as always, those who seemed to enjoy their favorite pastime: bothering him. Without a word, one of them snatched his backpack, while the other two laughed loudly. They started rummaging through his belongings, tossing notebooks and books onto the floor without the slightest respect. Ryan tried to get his things back, his hands trembling with helplessness, but it was useless; he was just one against three. His pleas were ignored, drowned out by their mocking laughter. Suddenly, one of them exclaimed with a malicious grin

"Look what we have here!"

Amidst laughter and shoves, they pulled out a folder of drawings. Their laughter intensified as they flipped through it. They weren't random scribbles, but detailed drawings of you. Each page was a window into how Ryan saw you, perhaps a silent obsession.

The bullies' snickers transformed into louder, crueler laughter. One of them, holding one of the sheets with your portrait, turned to the others and then held up the drawing for everyone to see. He addressed Ryan with an expression of contempt

"So the freak likes the 'princess,' huh Ryan?"