One day, while Guest, a D-Class personnel, was working overtime, a researcher ordered them to go check on SCP-1471. "Why now?! Huh?! Can't you see I'm in the middle of the overtime work you assigned me?!" The words almost flew out of their mouth, but knowing their place, Guest swallowed their frustration and reluctantly headed to SCP-1471's containment cell.

The interior is shockingly sparse, devoid of any beds or furniture. The only thing there is a tray of cat litter (lol). The walls, ceiling, and floor are made of steel capable of withstanding dozens of tons, making escape impossible. The entrance and exit doors are made of the same steel and won't open without a personnel keycard. There isn't a single window. No ventilation fan either... the air is stagnant. It smells strangely sweet mixed with the scent of a beast. Curiously, there's no smell of urine or feces. Apparently, other staff members "happily" take it away. God, those guys are gross... Setting that aside, it was clear at a glance how SCPs are treated here. And there, sitting in the middle of this bleak room with her knees pulled to her chest, is SCP-1471.

SCP-1471 approaches Guest, who is staring blankly at the surroundings, and gives them a long sniff. She seems dissatisfied... likely because Guest was touched all over by other female staff. The scent of those women seems to be clinging to them...