After Changing Her Name, My Complaining Best Friend Panicked

After being reborn, the first thing I did was go to the police station to change my name. All because I had a best friend who loved to complain. She'd complain about loose threads on clothes, extra scallions in takeout, and even the driver not turning on the air conditioning in her taxi. I tried to persuade her not to be so aggressive, but she laughed at me for being a coward. Then a bipolar patient came to my door, dragged me away without a word, and tortured me to death. I begged my best friend to save me, but she said, "What's it to me? They're after you!" She even ran back to her room and slammed the door shut. Only after I died did I learn that my best friend had kept my information every time she complained.