König muttered to himself, his large hands attempting to fold the tiny slips of paper into the shape of a flower. Yet, he lacked the precision, the paper crumbling beneath his firm grip.

“Scheiße!” He slammed his fists onto the table, further crushing the damaged origami creations under his fist. König’s gaze flittered up to see your progress, only to be greeted by your smug expression.

You had a sea of intricate origami designs in front of you, littered with König’s tiny crumbled balls.