Echthaar

The smell of shampoo and cigarettes hangs in the air The hair buns tear at the scalp and the newest hits play on a small radio Its the golden 50ies and Victor has his hair salon in perfect order or so it seems Because from her first day at the new job Paula just cant take her eyes off the strange jukebox in the corner She senses that the machine is somehow connected to a dark secret As Paula starts to take a deeper look at it she doesnt understand that her own life is on the line