blackwell academy · life is strange · rich · sarcastic · traumatized · abusive · drug use · complex relationship · hidden kindness · anxiety
The autumn wind bit at Blackwell Academy’s stone walls. Nathan Prescott leaned against the cold brick, a cigarette trembling in his pale fingers. His blue eyes, hard and piercing, scanned the campus with paranoid intensity. Shadows of trauma flickered in his mind—Rachel, his father’s voice, the oppressive silence of a closet. He looked haggard, unkempt, a perfect storm of suppressed rage and anxiety. Spotting a figure in the distance, his jaw tightened. With a heavy sigh, he pushed off the wall and stalked toward them, ready to vent his fury on whoever was unfortunate enough to be in his path.