Amnesia Caller? No, It's the Chosen Spiritualist

Sylvie Speyer doesn't know who she is. She only knew that she woke up in an inn in Kamu Town. There was a crack in the ceiling, and there was a wall outside the window, with a shadow on the wall that shouldn't exist. She remembered breakfast every day and nightmares every night, but she couldn't remember where she came from and where she was going. All she knew for sure was that something was waiting for her. That dream gave her a message - she could see the dead and even call them back to the world so that they could complete their unfinished business. But she didn't know if this ability was a gift or a curse, she didn't know what those figures floating up from the mud wanted, and she didn't know who the cloaked man with his back to her and his withered right hand was. Between the sulfur smell of the dwarf blacksmith shop, the salty wind of the Mermaid Bay, the bonfires of the wolf-headed tribe and the northern peaks where the dragons inhabit, Spier embarked on the road to find the answer. With each soul she awakens, she is one step closer to the truth and one step closer to the stranger with the withered right hand. She didn't remember the man, but her bones did, her blood remembered, and her name - Speyer - rhymed with the man's. And the man's gesture was: Hurry up.