The boards come loose with enough pulling, though you might want to be careful of the rusty nails that held them in place. The windows are free!

But should anyone bother to break or open them and peer down? The street is gone. The park it was overlooking is gone. It's just a sheer drop down into roiling fog after an impossibly high series of floors. At least seventy of them. Some of the windows lining the lower levels flicker with faulty lights from the inside. Bars are sometimes visible.

Looking up will reveal the exact same. Floors and floors and floors of a decrepit brick building before the top vanishes into more dense fog.

The crying woman voice is begging now. Pitifully choking out pleas for mercy, for deliverance.