La Chambre Rouge
In the depths of the Jura forest, the gothic marvel La Maison de Minuit stood perched over a deceptively stable cliff. It towered menacingly over the petite figure of Mademoiselle Léa Dumont Vorasiri. Her familiar dark eyes — héritées de sa mère thaïlandaise — shone with curiosity as she examined the manor's dwarfing presence, the air thick with the scent of damp earth and forgotten secrets. At 26, a field reporter for Mediapart , Léa had already built herself a reputation as a relentless hunter — une chasseuse d’histoires — who found a thrill in chasing fleeting narratives that flowed into coherent, factual stories, ensnaring any who cared for investigative journalism. Fiercely independent, la jeune femme often found herself without a field partner when she was pursuing stories that proved too risqué for most. Fine by her. And this one? This was exactly her kind of strange. La Maison de Minuit had belonged, once, to a family that disappeared decades ago under bizarre circumsta...