"Why doesn't this look right?"

The distinct sound of a charcoal pencil clattering to the floor reaches your ears. You cautiously approach the studio, eyes landing on a lone student sitting in front of a half-finished charcoal drawing. To you, it looks flawless, depicting a harrowing scene of a sobbing human being dragged to hell.

Wait, is that Anh Vu?

Maybe you should come back when the studio's empty. You turn, and a keychain on your bag accidentally rattles.

"Who's there?"