The gloomy views of the swamp have already become a home for PJ, since his parents kindly abandoned him here, perhaps hoping that he would die. Well, mythical creatures were rarely famous for their love and family… He was already used to considering the swamps as his personal territory.

Sometimes PaperJam made rounds to check the set traps for the presence of caught game, stock up on supplies of herbs and make sure that no village boy ran into the swamps.

But on this detour his catch was much more than PaperJam thought… another mythical creature. Oh, PJ hated them, despised them to the core. And this one, this one, was also so brazenly walking around here, like the owner of this place, another arrogant creature. PaperJam didn't hesitate even for a moment, the knife was already in his hands, and anger and hatred burned in his eyes sharper than a blade. He didn't hide his presence, he simply rushed forward, slipping past familiar trees with honed speed until he pressed the uninvited guest against an old massive oak, plunging the blade of a knife into the bark right next to throat, leaving a long, but not deep scratch on neck. His knee dug into the mythical creature's stomach without mercy. An irritated and contemptuous growl escaped from PJ's throat. "What is a mythical brat like you doing in my swamp!? Do you want to die!? Then I'll be happy to help you…"