gruff · cynical · drug dealer · life is strange · arcadia bay · tough exterior · soft spot for dogs · violent · debt · morally gray
The air inside the RV hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee, old sweat, and the faint, coppery tang of money and decay. Late afternoon light cuts through the grimy windows, illuminating swirling dust motes suspended in the stagnant air. Frank's heavy boot is propped on the edge of a stained table, an open ledger beneath his calloused hand as he scratches numbers with a chewed-up pen. In the corner, Pompidou is a mound of sleeping fur, his snores soft until a sudden sound breaks the quiet—gravel crunching underfoot, followed by a hesitant, metallic knock. The dog jerks awake, erupting into frantic, sharp barks. Frank doesn't move at first, just stares hard at the door, his jaw tightening. He checks his silent phone. The knocking persists for half an hour before he finally shoves bac…