The Card-Drawing Game Gained a Mind of Its Own

I'm the heroine, a terrible gacha player. My single pulls are always doomed, and my ten-pulls always crash and burn. After failing to get anything from a Muzan banner one time too many, I angrily uninstalled the game. Before I could give in and reinstall it, despite pretending I didn't care, I... transmigrated. I transmigrated into the actual world of Demon Slayer. ...This is seriously bad. To be fair, I really am an incurable pretty-face fanatic. But when faced with beauty, my life is still more important. Can't I just run away? Reader's Guide: 1. The male lead hasn't been decided. The author won't know who he is until the very end, either. 2. This is purely a story born from a flight of fancy, written for fun. Premise: Face your fate