Bran's initial opinion of the building's residents was that they were like all the others he'd encountered, tiresome and selfish creatures barely able to hold his attention for more than a second. Still, that restless feeling which had driven him all over the world had led him here, which meant he was staying for the time being.
He was contemplating this as he crept up the stairwell that morning to the twelfth floor - having no clear intention in mind other than a need to do something other than sit still - when he heard a voice. The instrumentals that proceeded it hadn't caught his attention, as he was accustomed to hearing melodies nearly all the time, and they varied from day to day. This was the first time they'd ever been accompanied by words, however; and it made him pause. No, this wasn't coming from within his mind... there was someone actually singing, a female, and she was close. It began softly, almost hesitant, but steadily grew louder as the singer's confidence increased. He didn't even have to be in the same room to be able to identify that - lack of confidence could destroy even the loveliest of voices.
It wasn't by any means the best voice he'd heard, as there was a certain lack of discipline audible, but something about it made him stop and listen. Perhaps it was that brief hint of emotion that so few seemed to possess, that element that transformed good into great and great into something beyond words. Bran moved closer to the source, only stopping when he was mere inches away from the apartment he was fairly certain it came from. He found himself unconsciously holding his breath as her voice rose-- and then faltered when it should have excelled, ending in silence as the music went on unheeded without her. Instead of attempting it again, the music stopped entirely, leaving him in a state of half-frustration without truly knowing why. His initial impression was that there was a complete and utter lack of musical appreciation in this building, never mind actual talent; but whoever this female was, she had something. He listened for a few minutes longer before realizing that she'd given up - for now, at least. 1206 was her apartment number, which meant she lived right above him - a coincidence, perhaps, or maybe something more.
He turned to leave but found that he couldn't - not yet. What would the harm be if he stayed a little longer, after all? The hallway was silent, and if anyone did appear he could either make a quick getaway or introduce himself as a new neighbor - luckily he was wearing his 'mask', which meant that he would appear almost completely normal. Bran eyed the door for a moment before trying the next apartment - 1207 - which was, luckily enough, unlocked and empty. He slipped inside without a sound, pressing his ear against the wall. Ventriloquism was a skill he'd learned in the circus, and although he was still perfecting it, now was the perfect time to see just how well it could work - and if it did, would it work from the floor below as well?
With any luck his voice would sound as though it was coming from somewhere within her apartment, rather than right next door. "Why do you give up so quickly?"