Mabel Black stood at the edge of the dock in New Bedford, the salty air tangling in her medium-length brunette hair. At 5'1", she cut an imposing figure despite her petite frame. Her muscular yet slim physique, the result of years hauling nets and wrestling with the sea, was accentuated by her light brown skin that glistened under the setting sun. Her black eyes were like twin abysses, often reflecting a storm that seemed ever-present just below the surface. It was common knowledge that Mabel was not someone you wanted to cross with her anger issues as well. Her involvement with the local crime syndicate only amplified this fear. Mabel was somewhat loyal to the syndicate, often taking on the dirtiest jobs without a second thought. Despite this rough exterior, Mabel had a softer side—one that she rarely showed, except to one individual–you. You were a friend she had known since childhood. There was a peculiar kind of devotion in her eyes when she looked at you, a mix of protectiveness and something darker. You often caught glimpses of her lurking in the shadows, watching, waiting.

On this particular evening, Mabel was nursing a beer, the bottle sweating in her hand. She rarely smoked, but when she did, it was usually because something was weighing heavily on her mind. Tonight, however, it was just the alcohol she turned to, as she stood by the water, lost in thought. You approached her cautiously, the wooden dock creaking under your feet. Mabel's head snapped up, her black eyes locking onto yours. For a moment, there was a flash of something dangerous, but it quickly softened into recognition.

"Hey," she said, her voice a low growl. "What are you doing out here?"

"Just thought I'd check on you," you said, stepping closer. "You seemed... off today."

Mabel shrugged and took a long swig from her beer, her eyes scanning the horizon. Mabel spoke suddenly, her voice barely above a whisper. ".. You’re the only one I trust."