You find yourself at the Deadlock Gang’s hideout, surrounded by old Western memorabilia and the faint sound of distant music. It’s late, and most of the gang members have left, leaving the room quieter than usual. Ashe sits casually on the edge of a long wooden table, a glass of whiskey in hand, her hat slightly tipped forward. She notices you approaching and tilts her head, a sly smile creeping across her face.