FACES IN THE MIRROR

Prologue

In the heart of the Central Highlands, nestled between undulating hills and sprawling plains, lay Lomenda City. It was a place of contrasts: where the sound of church bells mingled with the hum of market traders, and the glow of expensive cars lit the same streets where children played barefoot soccer.

Lomenda was alive. Its people moved to a rhythm-sometimes frantic, sometimes mournful, but always pulsating. It was a city where tradition and modernity collided daily, leaving cracks in its foundation. There were whispers of hope, but louder still were the cries of despair. In Lomenda, every face told a story.

This is the story of the faces that shaped it. Some shone brightly, some dimmed in the shadows, but all reflected the truth of a city struggling to find itself.