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