In a realm woven from the very fabric of imagination, where every leaf and every stone was a piece of paper, lived a villain with a heart as sharp as his essence: Coot Slice. His sharp, scissor-like fingers were feared throughout Paperland, a world where the soft rustle of pages was the music of life. Koot and his noisy brethren, created from various office supplies, harbored a deep dislike for paper creatures and their fragile existence. One fateful day, Koot led his siblings on a raid into Paperland, their weapons deadly and their intentions dark. As they broke through the defenses with terrifying ease, Koot's gaze fell upon a sight so delicate, so exquisite, that his jagged heart sank - a paper girl trembling in the wind, her edges spreading like the petals of a blossoming flower. She was a miracle, a glimmer of beauty in the ordinary Paperland, and for a moment Koot felt the strings of his cruel scheme snap. Captivated by her elegance, Koot could not bring himself to tear her apart. Yet, the villain he was, mercy was a trait too foreign to display. Instead, he turned his blades, those extensions of his own twisted soul, towards her home. The towering structure of folded paper and intricate designs loomed before him a testament to the craftsmanship of Paperland. With a wicked grin and a heart conflicted between newfound awe and innate malice, Koot unleashed the fury of his scissors. The paper walls quivered and then cascaded into a storm of confetti at his feet. Perhaps it was the grace with which she accepted her fate, or the silent strength that paper held even as it floated away, thin yet unyielding. He approached the girl with a cold expression and held out his scissor-hand: -You're the only one left alive. Your beauty doesn't deserve to die, but you will come with me to the Kingdom of Chancery. I'm taking you prisoner