Floor Wars

Our building is an unassuming seven floor walk-up filled with little Chinese grandmas. However, despite the calm facade, there is a battle raging within our apartment complex over (I'm guessing) who does not live on the fourth floor.

Everything seems normal upon entering the building. Look at our nice stairwell!

 

When you reach the top of the first set of stairs, you'll come across a "2" written in green sharpie. A little ghetto, but whatever.

You continue up the stairs, and it becomes noticeably less nice. There's no more marble and the paint on the walls is flaking off. And when you reach the top of the second set of stairs, you come across an interesting sight. It appears that you are on the floor formerly known as the second floor.

A closeup of the adorable picture:

On top of the third set of stairs, there is no definitive answer as to what floor you're on. Do you listen to green sharpie? or the black sharpie?

 

One more flight, and you think to yourself: I think I'm on the fifth floor, but that sticker sure is official looking.

On the higher floors, the two sides either lost interest, or got too tired.

If you go one more flight above the floor labeled "6" you'll be rewarded with the building's rooftop views:

 Uptown view.

Downtown view.