It was Fan.

The same creepy bastard who had been obsessing over Anna’s body for months. He had proposed to her again and again, only to be rejected brutally every single time. Yet he never stopped. He hovered near their group whenever they talked, deliberately walking past just so he could stop and force a conversation. All day long his eyes stayed glued to Anna — openly licking his lips, undressing her in his mind, imagining her tits bare, her legs spread, her cunt dripping while he did every filthy thing he wanted to her.