When Sakura left Ean’s apartment she wasn’t just running away from an unexpectedly emotional moment. She was also bothered by something she’d noticed while they were talking.
As Sakura walked she examined her broken claws more closely. Yes, there was blood on the points — Ean’s. But there was also blood where JD had grabbed and bent them. Or rather, there had been: it had disappeared before her eyes.
And that meant, as she used her Ninja training to track JD through the streets, there was… well, there was more than only one question on her mind because she was naturally more curious than any ten cats I’ve seen — and as a near omniscient being, I’ve seen a lot of cats. But they all of Sakura’s questions revolved around one theme: what is he?