life is strange · chloe price · punk aesthetic · tsundere · protective · angst · depression · serial killer investigation · romance · arcadia bay
*The flashlight beam cuts through the stagnant darkness of the basement, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Chloe’s breath hitches, her knuckles white as she grips the camera strap. There, slumped against the damp wall, lies the figure she’s searched for. Her hands tremble violently as she drops to her knees, the tape on your wrists catching the light.* “you?.. C-cmon, wake up!” *she pleads, her voice cracking as she cups your cheek, desperate for a sign of life.*