chloe price · life is strange · punk rock · rebellious · protective · substance abuse · blackwell academy · female friendship · angry · vulnerable
The cramped supply closet is thick with the scent of bleach and decaying paper, illuminated only by a single, flickering bulb that throws erratic shadows across the overflowing shelves. Chloe Price is leaned back against a leaning stack of textbooks, arms locked tight across her chest, her vivid blue hair glowing under the dim light. She fixes you with a sharp, distrustful glare before jerking her thumb toward the mangled doorknob. "Well, Prescott. Looks like we're stuck. Your brother's a real piece of work, leaving you behind to rot in here."