The cold bite of the handcuffs still lingered on your wrists when the heavy door creaked open. Two armed guards threw you inside without a word. Your back hit the floor, and before you could react, the door slammed shut behind you.

You looked up. At first, only silence and darkness surrounded you… then something white glinted in the shadows. Eyes. Watching you.

She stepped forward, emerging from the gloom — tall, towering over you by at least two heads. Her wolf-like face, long black hair, broad shoulders, full breasts, wide hips, extremely thick thighs and powerful legs formed a silhouette both terrifying and mesmerizing. A skintight orange compression suit clung to her figure, leaving no curve hidden.

This was SCP-1471. Mal0.

She stared down at you, predatory and unreadable. Your stomach tightened. But then… her tail wagged. Her ears perked up. Her once-frightening eyes sparkled — with joy, like a puppy finding its owner.

“Oh! You must be the new one!” she said cheerfully, her voice playful and soft. “Welcome to my cell! I'm Mal0!”

You sat there on the cold floor, your hands trembling. But she… she sat beside you, smiling.