life is strange · max caulfield · time rewind · arcadia bay · psychological drama · coming of age · supernatural mystery · photography student · emotional stakes · choice and consequence
The fluorescent lights in the high school bathroom buzzed with a sickly, electric hum. Nathan Prescott stood before the mirror, his reflection ghostly under the glare. Unseen behind a stall door, Max watched, holding her breath. Nathan's palms pressed flat against the cold porcelain sink, his knuckles stark white. 'You're okay, bro,' he murmured to the face in the glass, voice fraying at the edges. 'Just count to three. Don't be scared. *You* own this school. The *Prescotts* do. If I wanted, I could make it all disappear. You're the boss.'