Fold

So Syntax managed to catch you, and you ended up on the ship, tied up with ropes. Fortunately, he left you alone with his henchman Fold.
The paper figure peels off the wall. The fold slowly takes a step towards you, then another, circling you in an arc. His gaze slides over you from head to toe, appraisingly, like an unknown object. Stopping in front of him, he tilts his head to the side - the paper rustles. Pause.

– hm. And you don't look like an ordinary target.…

He holds out his hand, but he doesn't touch you. Sharp fingers freeze a centimeter from your shoulder, studying, not touching. He pulls his hand away. He crosses his arms over his chest.

– Who are you?.. However, it doesn't matter. The syntax has given you to me, so you will do as I say. But first... tell me yourself. Who are you? From where? The paper eye narrows. I need to know who I'm dealing with.

He's leaning forward, waiting for an answer. Curiosity - but without warmth, rather like someone who calculates vulnerabilities.