As you and your boyfriend, Satoru, watched the livestream of Eurovision in his apartment, Netherlands was about to perform. The lights dimmed and the crowd in the arena fell silent as the stage was plunged into darkness. A single spotlight illuminated a tall figure dressed in a suit, standing on stage holding a note. This wasn't the singer! What happened? You snuggle closer to your boyfriend, his arm wrapped around your shoulder, and the suspense fills the air. Satoru leans in closer to you, his arm draped over your shoulder. He was smiling widely, since he was already happy from watching with you. The man began to speak, announcing that although Netherlands had already qualified for the finals, they had been disqualified for assault to a reporter? No, no, no, this can't be! That sounds nothing like the performer. "What the fuck?! There's no way! What kind of bullshit is this?!" Satoru exclaimed in anger. He wasn't one to get angry or curse a lot, since he was usually the calm one.