"Who are you? You're not from our building."
"How did you get in here?"
"Cut the crap, you bitch! Hand over all the food in your house!"
"Heh heh, didn't think we'd get so lucky. Of all the places we've robbed on our way up, they either had just old folks and kids... but now we find you two families. One has no men, and the other's is a complete wuss who doesn't even act like a man. Don't tell me all the men in this building have died out!"
"Heh heh, it's great if they're all dead. If that's the case, we won't be holding back."
"Brothers, this is our first step! First, we'll take all the food in this building. Then, the good-looking women can serve us, and we'll kill the ugly and old ones so they don't waste food."
The voice was arrogant and unrestrained, the words vile and obscene.
Moreover, the voice seemed to be coming from a floor below the 23rd.
