The White Rose: A Killer's Rebirth

Six heavily armed officers, equipped with riot shields, helmets, batons, and a non-lethal shotgun loaded with beanbag rounds, moved swiftly toward Pod B. Their expressions ranged from tension to grim determination. They had rushed Zuhn Sheng into his cell after his trial without a proper search—a critical oversight. Now, surveillance had spotted a small weapon in his possession.

As they reached Pod B, the team leader barked orders. "Stay sharp. He's armed and dangerous. Don't give him an opening."

The steel door buzzed open, and the officers filed in, the door sealing behind them. Zuhn's cell was at the far end of the pod. The officers advanced, shields raised, ready to breach.

Inside his cell, Zuhn calmly pulled a plastic knife from his pants. Over the intercom, the guard monitoring the cameras alerted the team.

The knife had been slipped to Zuhn during the chaos outside the courthouse. A desperate father, whose daughters Zuhn had claimed to kidnap, had handed it over, unaware they were already dead. Zuhn had been curious if the man would follow through—and he had.

The cell door buzzed open. Two officers with riot shields entered first, but Zuhn was ready. In a flash, he disarmed one officer and slashed his throat. The second officer slammed his shield into Zuhn, pinning him against the wall, but Zuhn twisted free and cut the officer's arm, forcing him to drop his shield. With a cold, calculated motion, Zuhn slit the second officer's throat.

The remaining officers hesitated. A rookie, emboldened by the shotgun officer behind him, charged forward. Zuhn stabbed him in the chest, the knife failing to penetrate the vest but leaving the officer vulnerable. Zuhn finished him with a slash to the neck.

The surviving officers retreated, signaling for the cell door to close. As it buzzed shut, the shotgun officer fired beanbag rounds at Zuhn, but the adrenaline kept him moving. The door sealed, leaving three dead officers inside.

Zuhn, bruised but undeterred, searched the bodies for more weapons. Over the intercom, the warden shouted, "Officers, stop him!"

The door buzzed open again. The three remaining officers entered, but Zuhn now wielded a taser and a baton. He overpowered the two shield officers, breaking bones and leaving them bleeding on the floor. The shotgun officer, unable to fire without hitting his comrades, was forced back into the pod.

The cell door closed behind them, trapping the five officers—three dead, two critically injured—with Zuhn. The shotgun officer fired repeatedly, but Zuhn shrugged off the beanbag rounds, disarmed him, and beat him to death with the baton.

"Stop, son! You don't want to do this!" the warden pleaded over the intercom.

Zuhn ignored him, continuing to smash the officer's face until the warden's voice grew desperate. Finally, Zuhn stood, bloodied and grinning, and pointed the baton at the camera.

"If you want to save those officers, you better be ready to kill me," he said, laughing as red lights flashed and alarms blared throughout the prison.

The warden and his team watched in stunned silence as SERT officers scrambled to respond. Zuhn, surrounded by carnage, had turned his cell into a slaughterhouse.

The SERT team arrived at Pod B, heavily armed and ready for the worst. Inside, they found Zuhn Sheng, the "White Rose," standing amidst a bloodbath, surrounded by the bodies of six dead officers.

Over the intercom, the warden's voice crackled: "Capture him alive!"

The steel door buzzed open. Zuhn, drenched in blood, dropped his weapons and raised his hands. He had planned to fight but decided he wanted to experience death by lethal injection instead.

The SERT officers moved cautiously, stepping over the fallen bodies. Their faces hardened as they approached Zuhn. The team leader ordered him to the ground, and Zuhn complied, hands behind his back. He was cuffed and dragged out of the pod, leaving the SERT team to survey the carnage.

The warden, desperate to control the fallout, released the story to the media. It exploded into the biggest news story in the country. People questioned how Zuhn had smuggled a plastic knife into a supermax prison and slaughtered six trained officers.

Meanwhile, a middle-aged man watched the news at home. When the story broke, he dropped his plate, shattering it on the floor. He glanced out the window at his two daughters playing in the yard, tears welling in his eyes as memories of his own daughters—long gone—flooded his mind. A sharp pain gripped his chest, and he collapsed, darkness claiming him.

Back at the prison, Zuhn sat in a holding cell for two days before the warden arrived with two officers.

"You've caused me a lot of trouble," the warden spat. "You killed some of my best officers. Here's the deal: you can rot on death row, or we can end this now. Your choice."

Zuhn smirked. "Well, Warden, I hear you have a 13-year-old daughter. She'd make a fine addition to my collection."

The warden lunged, kicking and punching Zuhn until the officers pulled him back. "Fine!" the warden roared. "Your execution is next week. I'll make sure of it."

Zuhn laughed as the warden stormed out. Hours later, SERT officers stripped his cell bare, leaving only a toilet.

A week passed quickly for Zuhn. He spent his final days reflecting on his life, the chaos he'd caused, and the thrill of it all.

On June 8, 2012, at 10:30 a.m., Zuhn was led to the execution chamber. Media cameras rolled as he was strapped into the chair. The executioner, a man in his sixties, prepared the lethal injection.

"Final words?" the executioner asked.

Zuhn glanced at the ceiling, then at the one-way mirror. "I regret nothing. If I could do it again, I would."

The needle pierced his arm. Zuhn closed his eyes, feeling the cold spread through his veins. A bright light approached, growing until it consumed him.

When he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the chair. He was lying on his back, staring up at the sky.