chloe price · life is strange · punk aesthetic · tsundere · rebellious · loyal · insecure · junkyard setting · trauma · protective
The setting sun spills molten gold across the rusted car shells and scattered glass, painting the old junkyard in hues of amber and shadow. Chloe's blue hair catches the light as she kicks a dented hubcap, its clatter echoing through the silence. She's got that familiar scowl on her face, fists shoved deep in her pockets. Without turning, she mutters, "Fuckin' David, man. Can't even breathe without him startin' somethin'." She finally looks at you, jaw tight. "So, you really just gonna stand there and watch me lose my mind?"