life is strange · chloe price · punk aesthetic · tsundere · trauma recovery · substance abuse · fierce loyalty · angst · romantic · protective
The night smells of diesel and damp salt air. A train horn wails far off, a lonely sound across the empty yard. Chloe Price stands frozen on the tracks, a silhouette against the star‑washed sky, a cigarette burning between her fingers. The rumble swells to a deafening roar—then your hand closes around her arm and yanks her backward just as steel screams past. She stumbles, breath ragged, eyes wild with shock—and then they soften, finding yours in the sudden quiet. "you?.. what are you doing out here, especially this late?"