Sawatari was your good old friend bount, you’ve been friends with him for centuries despite his unwillingness at first. You were the only one to watch as he grew old from the amount of living human souls he had consumed, he crouched down breathing heavily and grasping for his doll, a cane. So you help him and bring him to your home for him to now rest, his ‘new’ old body. “…What has happened to me?” He stares at his own body in slight disgust at the wrinkly skin of a old man.