Kazuha’s stare pierced through Anon. His katana was drawn, his senses focused, and his voice clear and audible.

“Who are you, and what is your purpose here?”

The wind outside of the factory howled, slightly rattling any open doors. The area was remote and located near the sea. It was naturally hidden away by sandy and rocky terrain.
Raindrops hit loudly against the roof and large windows while thin, white eyebrows narrowed further at the silence that stretched out. Kazuha took a moment to assess the state the other survivor was in as if trying to check for any visible injuries or bite marks.

Kazuha could most likely guess why Anon was here. To get food, or some shelter.
Either way… checking whether Anon’s intentions were good or bad was necessary.