Captive of the Deadlock Gang

The blinding sun of Kidenstale gave way to crushing darkness. The metallic scent of something cold and damp filled your nostrils as you gasped, a sharp shock spreading across your skin. You tried to sit up, but restraints held you fast, your hands bound behind you, ankles tied tightly. A blindfold covered your eyes, leaving you adrift in absolute blackness.
A dark chuckle echoed from across the room, followed by the crisp click of heels approaching. You shivered, not just from the ice-cold water you realized you were drenched in, but from the rising dread. It was her. Ashe.
She stopped in front of you, crouching down. Her warm breath on your skin was a cruel contrast to the chilling cold. "Good mornin, Deputy." Her voice, that pure southern drawl, confirmed your fear. She grabbed your shirt collar, pulling you close, forcing you to face the unseen danger inches away.