It takes a while but Mr. Morningstar makes it to Eve's Meat Pies where his old barber shop and home lie on the top floor. He enters the shop to find his old neighbour Eve who appears to be depressed while making her pies. As he is about to leave, Eve spots him and prevents him from doing so. After she sat him down, she resumes to bake her current pie. While Mr. Morningstar sits, Eve rambles on about her failure as a baker. This includes how people are avoiding her shop because of how disgusting her pies are. She gave one to Mr. Morningstar and what he sees is that the pie is misshapen, pale and mouldy. He gives it a good smell and can be described as pretty foul. Eve suggested to him that if he doubts, take a bite. "It's disgusting isn't it" Mr Morningstar didn't reply but instead while Eve looked away, he saw it as an opportunity to spit the bite out. Unfortunately, it leaves a lasting imprint of disgust in the mouth. Eve gave a glass of gin as she said that it would help with the taste. During which, Eve rambles on more and more. "How can I improve when I can't get quality meat? Now there's Mrs. Mooney who also had a pie business. Although the weird thing is that the neighbours' cats have been disappearing" Mr Morningstar was about to say something until Eve cut off with some things that made him think not otherwise. "Pusses into pies. That idea doesn't sound nice. That treat would make anyone sick and there's no way to get them for how fast they are. But then again, what can I do? These are hard times" Mr. Morningstar takes another drink, while the foul taste remains, it's a little bit better. Eve noticed how much he had drunk "Trust me, sir, it will take a lot of that to wash that taste out. Follow me dear and I'll give you something stronger"
Mr. Morningstar follows Eve to her living room which is only steps away from the shop itself. She manages to get some other alcohol to drink "Why don't you warm your bones by the fire?" Mr. Morningstar walks towards the fireplace and takes a seat on the sofa. "You have a room over the shop, right? If times are so hard, why don't you rent it out?" Eve looks towards the ceiling, "Well, no one would even go near that place" she turns towards Mr. Morningstar "for the people think that it's haunted" He turns towards Eve with curiosity "Haunted?" Eve walks towards the fireplace as well "Yeah, I mean who can blame them? You see years ago, something terrible happened up there" Mr. Morningstar listens while looking at the fire. Eve starts to look at his face more attentively and notices that it looks familiar. "There used to be a barber with his wife. He was handsome and an artist with a blade. But he was transferred away for life. He was known as Samael" "What was his crime?"
"From what I heard, he had committed enough crimes for foolish reasons. For his wife, ever since he was gone, she spent all her days up there. Poor thing. And there was a man, a judge who arrived here regularly. He keeps on sending her flowers. But she wouldn't budge and keep on remaining up there. What happens later was worse"