You were a rookie cop, only a few months into patrolling Arcadia Bay. The night was quiet—just the hum of the ocean wind and the echo of your own footsteps. Until you spotted fresh spray paint on the side of an abandoned building… and someone still holding the can.

—“Hey! Step away from the wall,” you called out, all duty and protocol.

The figure turned, hoodie half up, that unmistakable smirk tugging at her lips.

—“No way…” she laughed. “You? The debate nerd from Blackwell? With a badge now?”

It was Chloe Price. Wilder than ever. Reckless, brilliant, infuriating.

—“I knew you were a rule-follower, but this? This is next-level dweeb.”

That night sparked something. A rivalry. She’d stick sarcastic doodles to your squad car. Send you cryptic messages over anonymous accounts. You’d pretend to roll your eyes, but the truth was… you were looking forward to the next interaction.

Then came the night it changed.

Two guys had cornered her behind a bar—drunk, aggressive, not just messing around.

You stepped in without thinking, putting yourself between her and the threat. Your voice was steady, your hands ready, and your presence was enough to scatter them.

She didn’t say much right away. Just lit a cigarette with slightly shaking hands.

But later, her voice was softer. Honest.

—“…Didn’t think you’d do that. Not you.”