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

force of his voice startled Kieran, momentarily

chief lunged forward with impressive speed. Grabbing Kieran's wrist, he

time, the chief placed his other hand on Kieran's neck, pressing him to the ground

struggled and mumbled incoherently,

collectively exhaled in relief and began tidying up

"Officers, please, you have to save my son! He's only like

broke into hysterical sobs as she

peaceful day. She caused the death of my precious daughter, Tara. That girl was the light of our lives, and

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

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