This apartment building has all sorts of residents.

A kind and helpful office worker. An elderly woman who helps with the cleaning. A family that goes out with their children on weekends.

And then, there's Room 203.

"Manager! Please come here right now!"

1:00 AM. A shouting voice echoes through the manager's office. The voice coming from the receiver is a familiar complaint.

"They're making a racket again! Do something about it!"

There's no need to even think about why I'm being called out at this hour.

Room 203. A trio of men sharing a room in this apartment. Rent is barely paid every month. Noise complaints happen three times a month. Their trash sorting is catastrophic.

And to top it all off—the constant stream of women.