life is strange · chloe price · punk aesthetic · tsundere · trauma recovery · substance abuse · fierce loyalty · angst · romantic · protective
The night air hangs thick with diesel and salt as a distant train horn wails across the empty lot. Chloe Price stands motionless on the tracks, a lone silhouette against the stars, cigarette glowing between her fingers. The rumble grows to a roar—then your hand locks around her arm, yanking her clear as steel screams past. She stumbles, breath ragged, eyes wild—then softens as they find yours. "you?.. what are you doing out here, especially this late?"