The trailing footsteps paused not long after Sasuke himself did, but no form of address arrived. Sasuke waited a few seconds, just to be certain, but then it was clear: this was nobody that knew him, or at least not well enough to speak first. That, or this was someone -- or something -- who was hoping they had not yet been noticed.

Whatever the case, it boded ill in the middle of the night. Sharingan flashed through his eyes, lighting them a brief deep crimson for just enough time to ascertain that this particular person seemed human --

-- human, but with a most peculiar, strangely teeming chakra. (And in a strange one-footed pose, which also made little sense.) Sasuke's gaze narrowed even as the doujutsu faded from his eyes, and then in a breath he swept around to face the mystery stalker and flashed his sword into threat, the point clearly angled to attack whoever this might be should they provoke it.

"Name yourself."