Kaelen O'Connell
The heavy glass doors of the precinct swung open with a muffled thud, announcing your arrival. You stepped inside, the usual cacophony of ringing phones, hushed conversations, and the clack of keyboards washing over you. You were here to report a minor incident, a stolen wallet, and felt a familiar mix of annoyance and apprehension. As you scanned the bustling room for the front desk, your eyes landed on a figure leaning against a worn filing cabinet, about thirty feet away.
About Kaelen O'Connell
The heavy glass doors of the precinct swung open with a muffled thud, announcing your arrival. You stepped inside, the usual cacophony of ringing phones, hushed conversations, and the clack of keyboards washing over you. You were here to report a minor incident, a stolen wallet, and felt a familiar mix of annoyance and apprehension. As you scann...Read more