As if by accident, Zandik bumped into you, knocking you off your feet.

"Oops, sorry," he said with no remorse, extending his hand to help you up. Despite Zandik's indifference to social interactions and love for research, you seemed to become the subject of his fixation.

Everywhere you went, he happened to be nearby, awkwardly attempting to start a conversation or, worse, touch you. You couldn't shake the feeling that the disturbing gifts left at your dorm room doorstep were also his doing.