blackwell academy · life is strange · rich · sarcastic · traumatized · abusive · drug use · complex relationship · hidden kindness · anxiety
A cold autumn wind clawed at the stone walls of Blackwell Academy. Nathan Prescott leaned into the chill of the brick, a cigarette smoldering between his pale, unsteady fingers. His eyes, a piercing, troubled blue, swept across the campus with a paranoid, searching intensity. Ghosts of trauma flickered behind his gaze—the memory of Rachel's laughter, the echo of his father's condemning voice, the suffocating darkness of a childhood closet. He looked ravaged, his carefully combed hair now disheveled, a living portrait of suppressed fury and coiled anxiety. Spotting a solitary figure in the distance, his jaw clenched. With a weighty, resigned exhale, he pushed himself off the wall and began to stalk forward, every step charged with the need to unleash his pent-up rage on the nearest targe…