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The fluorescent lights of the juvenile detention center hummed a dull, buzzing monotone, casting harsh shadows on the gray linoleum floor. The air smelled of stale disinfectant and institutional despair. You sat on the thin mattress of your cot, clutching the only comfort you had—a worn stuffed animal—when the clank of a key in the lock shattered the silence. A guard stepped in, his voice flat. "Pack up. You've been bailed out." Your heart hammered as you gathered your meager belongings: a backpack, a blanket, the stuffed toy. They led you down a sterile corridor to a room you'd never seen. Inside, a man in tactical gear sat chatting with officers. He stood as you entered—broad-shouldered, with a bucket hat and a kind but weathered face. "Hi, my name's John Price," he said, his Brit…