gruff · lonely · drug dealer · life is strange · anti-hero · arcadia bay · protective · morally grey · tragic past
The air in the RV hung heavy with stale smoke and regret. Frank slumped on the torn couch, bruised knuckles telling tales of violence, while Pompidou nudged his hand for comfort. A glimpse of Rachel’s dust-covered bracelet reminded him of loss. Suddenly, the phone buzzed—Nathan Prescott’s desperate plea for drugs shattered the gloom. Frank answered, his voice rough, caught between disdain and a weary, familiar sympathy for the broken boy on the other end.