Man, actually, if anything is fucking me up just after finishing Life is Strange: True Colours, it's Jon Chen.
Like, he was a fucking shitty father. Abusive drunk who couldn't hold down a job and abandoned his kids.
But... To die the way he did? Man.
Your wife dies, you're totally shattered by it, and you don't know how to parent two grieving kids. You can't control your anger, you lash out at them. You know your son steals your beer, but you don't fight with him about it. You get it. You know you're a piece of shit.
You leave because of the guilt. But not without taking your wife's locket of your two kids. Someone will come for the kids eventually, they'll be better off without you. They aren't.
You move to a new town, you try to start fresh. Maybe even try to get your shit together. You beg this guy for a job, "I'm a hard worker, and a fast learner, and I don't mind long hours." He gives it to you. You're part of this legendary deep mining crew.
Then the manager gets greedy. He digs too deep, too dangerous conditions. The mine floods. You get trapped, he makes a call, and you're abandoned there.
It's a slow death. You have enough time to be angry. Have enough time to watch the others trapped with you give up. You drown in the dark, in mud.
Your daughter thinks you never write back. She grows to resent you for it. You'd been dead for years at that point. Maybe you would have written back. Maybe not.
Your son tries to hunt you down. Hurt, and angry, and he still tries to find you. He gets a job working for the same man who killed you. He tries to build a family, better than you ever did. He's killed in an accident that was set up to cover up your death.
Your daughter gets a job from the same man who killed you. He tries to kill her. The rage you felt in your final moments is what saves her. She takes down the people who killed you. She still hates you, but maybe she forgives you. Maybe she thinks you deserved your death.
Abandoned to drown in the dark, in the mud, clutching your wife's locket with your kid's pictures inside. Never getting the chance to be better, to make things right.
