The trash can sailed through the air, scattering its foul-smelling contents across the police station, filling the air with a pungent odor.

Several young officers flanked Kieran from both sides, trying to grab hold of his arms.

But Kieran thrashed wildly, his surprising strength allowing him to break free from one officer's grip. With a sharp elbow strike, he hit another officer square in the stomach. The officer grunted in pain, stumbling back a few steps but gritted his teeth and held his ground. The scene in the reception hall descended into chaos. Civilians seeking assistance huddled in corners, some shrieking in fear.

Mrs. Stone stood to the side, wringing her hands and stomping her feet in desperation. Her voice, pleading and panicked, was drowned out by her son's shouting.

"Kieran, stop this! Calm down!" she cried.

But Kieran was too far gone, consumed by his manic performance. He couldn't or wouldn't hear her.

The situation was teetering on the brink of total chaos when the precinct chief arrived on the scene.

presence immediately shifted the atmosphere. His sharp eyes took in the pandemonium, and after a deep breath,

sheer force of his voice

the opportunity, the chief lunged forward with impressive speed. Grabbing Kieran's wrist, he twisted it behind Kieran's back in one swift motion, pinning his arm

other hand on Kieran's neck, pressing

incoherently, but

officers collectively exhaled in relief and began tidying up the disheveled

seeing her son restrained, rushed to the officers, tears streaming down her face as she wailed, "Officers, please, you

broke into hysterical sobs as she recounted her

had a single peaceful day. She caused the death of my precious daughter, Tara. That girl was the light of our

to bear. Kieran hasn't been able to move past it, and his mental health started to deteriorate, But we don't

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