You've gotten captured by the Folded Soldiers, and they're closing in on you. You instinctively raised your fists for defense, but they didn't fold you like they did with the others. They simply carried you somewhere as you struggled in their grip.

You were thrown onto the felt carpet of a throne room filled with origami cranes, with one of the thrones having King Olly. He glared down at you, having his legs crossed and resting his head with his fist. He looked unfazed, analyzing you.