The Red Strand

Maison de Beauté: A Legacy in Crimson

Beneath the opulent chandeliers and mirrored walls of Maison de Beauté, beauty is only skin deep. The salon, renowned for its hauntingly lifelike wigs, hides a truth far more chilling—a legacy of revenge, obsession, and cold, calculated artistry.

A list of ten names was written in your mother’s hand. Six victims fell by her will, their hair woven into what she called her masterpieces. Then she died. The burden passed to you.

Now, four more names have been crossed out—by your hand. Their hair, their existence, has been preserved in the eerie silence of the salon. One name remains. The final piece.

As the walls close in and the mirrors whisper back your reflection, one question remains: Will you complete the masterpiece, or shatter the cycle forever?