Ethan's POV
I met Joshua outside the first potential location for the art school. The building's faded brick exterior and grimy windows screamed "haunted asylum" more than "prestigious art institution."
"Please tell me this isn't it." I squinted at the building.
Joshua laughed, adjusting his tie. "Have some faith. Let's look inside first."
The interior matched the exterior with peeling wallpaper and the smell of mothballs mixed with despair. A rat scurried across our path.
"Well, it's got... character?" Joshua offered weakly.
"Yeah, the character of a serial killer's lair. Next."
The second location was marginally better—if you ignored the fact that it was sandwiched between a strip club and a discount mattress store.
"Think of it as inspiration for the life drawing classes," Joshu
