I do not own Detective Conan. This is based (remember the word BASED, fyi not a complete copy) off of a cool app game I played recently called "Cause of Death".
Alexandra Whitfield's eyes fluttered open, as she awoke from what felt like a fifty year nap. It took her moment for her to calibrate and focus on what she was looking at. She looked around a small space she was in. It was a scary looking room that looked torn up, there were tables and tools everywhere, just scattered around. There was a cabinet of beautiful, but creepy looking masks. Towards the far end, she could see a hooded man working off on a bench, fidgeting with his tools.
Her heart dropped.
She tried to move her hands to see if they were tied, and they were, but they were tied badly. He legs weren't. She slowly loosened her hands, then weakly and slowly stood up from her chair, as she could see a flight or stairs. She knew that if she made no sounds, she could escape. She slowly made her way to the stairs, making sure not to accidentally hit a table, or trip on a wrench. She took a few steps up the stairs, until the sixth one made a creaking noise. The hooded hooded man's head turned so quickly, it looked like he had cracked his own neck.
Alexandra hauled ass up the stairs.
She reached the end of the flight, but as she did, her eyes widened, as she seemed she was going to cry.
She was surrounded by the pitch black night, and a sea of mildly violent waters, as she realized she was on a fishing boat. From far of she could make out the iconic sight of Big Ben. "No. No. No." She repeated to herself, until she turned around to see that same hooded man look at her. The man's face was covered in a white mask that just had eye holes. But even in those eye holes you couldn't see anything but a cold black void.
"If you hurt me, the police with find you!" Alexandra exclaimed.
"I'm shaking." The masked man said sarcastically. Alexandra knew she was too weak to swim, so she did anyone who didn't want to die would do. She attacked the masked man with her remaining strength. But, as if Alexandra was nothing, the masked man knocked her to the ground. Then out of his pocket, pulled out a syringe, and delicacy and precision sticks it into Alexandra's neck.
Then, Alexandra started to feel dizzy, her body was going numb, and then she lost control, and lie flat on the ground like a pancake
The masked man lifted Alexandra over his shoulder and brought her back below deck, and throws everything off his work bench, and lays Alexandra on it.
"Don't worry, I won't hurt you." The masked man said, and although she couldn't see it, Alexandra was sure he was smiling broadly. He then dipped a palette knife into a bucket and used it to apply a layer of plaster across Alexandra's face.
"I shall show the world your true face." He said, as he continued to work, covering her mouth and nostrils. Leaving her eyes for last. Alexandra struggles, but her limbs lay lifeless on her side. Her lungs burn for air, her vision dims, then darkness consumes her.