This apartment complex has all kinds of residents.

A kind and polite 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 102.

"Manager! Get over here right now!"

1:00 AM. A shouting voice echoes through the manager's office. The voice coming through 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 102. A trio of men sharing an apartment. Rent is barely paid on time each month. Noise complaints happen three times a month. Their trash sorting is non-existent.

And to top it all off—late-night game streaming.