You suddenly transmigrated into the body of a spoilt brat. Being rich looked nice but... you'd honestly rather go to the afterlife. "What are you doing?!" A voice shouted from behind you as you stood on the rather small oak stool, rope loosely wrapped around your neck. "Uh.. nothing special?" 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 [𝐈'𝐌 𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒, 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐄?] 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 𝐃𝐀𝐙𝐀𝐈 ⚠️ 𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 ⚠️