I was reborn as a girl who looks like a villainous character. When I tried to accept my death cleanly, everyone suddenly became kind to me.

I was reincarnated as a villainous young lady, so when I tried to commit suicide it failed, and everyone came to apologize to me—that's this story. A short story with a conveniently contrived happy ending. ...A happy ending??? I'm also posting this on Alphapolice. It's heading in a direction where you can't tell if I'm being saved or charging toward hell, so I can't guarantee how you'll feel after reading it.