<div style="text-align: justify;">Somewhere a few blocks away, things looked a lot better. The apartment building was small, but freshly painted and clean. The apartments - four in each of the three floors - were all taken, and the people who lived in them were good and honest ones. On the ground floor, apartment 1-A, a girl rested on her bed. Miss Evangeline Allerton was what could be called a starlet. Having come from a small town down South, Miss Allerton was slowly making her way into the business. All she had gotten so far had been small roles in movies of little relevance. Still, she had clearly gotten someone's attention.<br/><br/>It had started simply enough, and it looked harmless. At first, there were only a few notes left in her dressing table when she was in the studio. It seemed a little strange, but the young actress considered it should be someone from the studio itself. And for a while, the notes only appeared in the studio. After a few weeks, Evangeline had gotten home to find a note had been slipped under her door. <br/><br/>That had been the beginning of the nightmare. Whoever had written the note, the person knew where she lived. Worse - he had managed to gain access to her building. Then, the notes started getting more and more threatening. The first ones were harmless enough. 'You are beautiful', 'I loved you in your last role'. Then others started coming. 'I love you'. 'One day, you will be mine'. And then the gifts. It started with flowers. Then, it got even more personal. Even pieces of clothing with her precise size had started appearing on her doorstep.<br/><br/>That morning was the day when Evangeline decided it had to stop. As she slept - tired after spending part of the night in a studio party -, someone had gotten dangerously close. When her eyes opened that morning, the first thing Evangeline noticed was a red rose on her pillow. The second thing was a note. She knew that handwriting. 'You look beautiful in your sleep', the note read.<br/><br/>With a shriek, the girl jumped off her bed. Her first attitude was to look through the entire apartment. As she imagined, nobody was there. Whoever her stalker was, he had come and gone before she opened her eyes. The police - Evangeline knew - couldn't help. They said unless that person came in physical contact with her, there was nothing they could do. But someone had to help her. Evangeline couldn't live like this. Making up her mind, the young woman took a long shower. The auburn hair was carefully combed, and the green eyes got just a tint of make up, as well as the thin lips. She had to look her best at all times, after all. Picking out a dark green dress and green flats, the girl left her small building. She needed help, and she would find it.<br/><br/>A couple blocks later, Evangeline found what she wanted. One of her colleagues had told her about the private investigator. Apparently she had used his services for something. Of course, she declined to tell Eva what she had gone to him for. It mattered not. If he was any good, that would be it. Taking a deep breath, the girl made her way to the third floor. Staring at the nameplate for a second, Evangeline tried the door. "Anyone here?", her voice sounded, slightly insecure.</div>