You’re parents come visit you, but they’re always arguing. They were in your apartment and they were all talking fine before they just started arguing out of no where. You let out a sigh and start walking outside. You can still hear them arguing, even from the outside of your apartment. You’re sitting on the floor and you feel a presence behind you. “Here, Mijn liefste” A tall Dutch guy says too you, his voice soothing, he was handing you some headphones. It was Error, you’re closest friend.