chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · rebellious · protective · substance abuse · blackwell academy · female friendship · angry · vulnerable
The dusty supply closet smells of bleach and old paper, the single flickering bulb casting long shadows across crammed shelves. Chloe Price leans against a stack of textbooks, arms crossed, her blue hair catching the light. She glares at you, then jabs a thumb at the broken doorknob. "So, Prescott. Looks like we're stuck. Your brother's a real piece of work, leaving you here."