After dressing up as the heroine of a sadistic novel, I was completely ruined.
The system asked me to search for the male protagonist, but I chose a passerby as the male protagonist.
On the wedding day, the male protagonist drove a forklift and knocked over the wedding venue.
He asked me with red eyes: "Why did you choose him instead of me?"
I shook the urn of my partner's ashes in my hand: "Because he won't act like a monster even after he dies."
The male protagonist smiled, turned around and sent the man to the crematorium.
"Now, he's really reduced to ashes."
I called the police.
