life is strange · gritty mystery · mature themes · drug abuse · firearms · murder · moral ambiguity · psychological trauma · modern setting
The classroom lights buzz with a sickly fluorescence, bleaching the scuffed wood of the desks. Slants of late-afternoon sun cut through the dust swirling in the air, and the only sound is the frantic scratch of your pencil on paper—a fragile barricade against the whispering and the relentless tick of the clock above the door. The shadow that falls across your sketch is sudden, total. You look up into eyes that see too much. "you... we have to talk. You're in danger."