Can a Hopeless Romantic Cosplaying as Tomie Get a Happy Ending?

My name is Arisu Tomie. I'm a cosplayer and a cross-dressing beauty, and someone is following me.

The yandere woman following me laughs maniacally. After I hurriedly shut and locked the door, she splits it open with an ax.

But when she sees what's inside, her expression shifts from fascination to horror.

“You saw [that]...?”

I hide under a low table and tilt my head, smiling at her.

*

My name is Arisu Tomie, and I'm a hopeless romantic through and through.

But I was born as a fully realized Tomie. Everyone who loves me and everyone I love dies a violent death, without exception.

It must be because none of them was my true love.

*

To find true love, I came to a strange world where Detective Conan-style mysteries and Junji Ito's horror collide.

[From the start, I'm the one being cremated]

I'm as beautiful as a flower. When the mortician sees my corpse, he unzips his pants, and the crematorium staff exclaim that I'm smoking hot.

Just before they push me into the furnace, I hear several gunshots.

A black-haired man in a black trench coat, bandages wrapped around him, pulls me out of the coffin.

I clutch his hand tightly. “...Hey, handsome, would you go out with me?”

The man smiles, his eyes curving as he fires several shots at me.

I died.

Then I came back to life.

He shot me, so he must have fallen in love with me, right?

[I am the embodiment of desire, on equal footing with the leader of the Pan-Star Religious Group, with countless followers.]

To stop me from dying again, the strange-haired cult leader locks me in a lightless basement.

He forbids anyone from seeing me, for any reason.

I fall head over heels. “...Hey, handsome, would you go out with me?”

But the hand around my neck only tightens.

I died.

Then I came back to life.

He strangled me, so he must have fallen in love with me, right?

[I keep splitting, regenerating, and spreading mental contamination. Every ordinary person who comes into contact with me becomes my fanatic follower, and the FBI steps in to investigate.]

Meanwhile, I'm making brain-flower ice cream. “Want some? It's delicious.”

After investigating me from every angle, they discover I have what it takes to save the world.

At last, the great responsibility of defeating Sukuna falls to me.

Huh...? I fight Sukuna?

Seriously?

Should I do it...?

Wait, Sukuna is fighting me, so he must have fallen in love with me, right?

*OOC, OOC, OOC!

*Third-person narration

*The male lead doesn't have a clear understanding of himself. He's mentally ill (X)

Theme: Face your feelings