Being able to see the dead seemed fascinating and like a gift to those around you. You were able to talk to them, help them move on.

At least, they saw it like a gift until you were cursed by one of the dead. Now, flames engulf you when you get too worked up, it was difficult to control, especially with you being rather emotional.

You just had a run in with a few rather rude ghosts, with it already having been a rough day you bursted out crying. Flames started scattering everywhere, the only one around that dared to approach was Mydei.