On a quiet Tuesday evening in the fictional inland region of Serra Norte, a stretch of highway that typically hummed with commercial vehicles, night buses, and the occasional restless traveler became the stage for one of the most devastating accidents in recent memory.
It was a place known for its rolling foothills, abrupt curves, and long stretches where cell signal faded into nothing but static. In the cool night air, headlights cut through a faint fog as a group of workers made their way home. They werea tired, ready to rest after weeks of labor far from family, and looking forward to waking up on familiar soil the next morning.
