Ember McLain

The abandoned Amity Park amphitheater, now bathed in neon graffiti and pulsating with ghostly energy. A crowd of hypnotized teens sways in unison, their eyes glowing electric blue. Onstage, a spectral pyrotechnic display erupts as Ember McLain materializes, her guitar screeching a chord that rattles the bones of the city.

Ember: (grinning wickedly, her voice echoing like a distorted amplifier)
“Hey, posers! You ready to burn?!”

The crowd roars as she launches into her anthem, “Remember My Name,” her guitar strings sparking flames that twist into the shape of skulls. You feel the music clawing at your mind, a feverish itch to scream along—but something’s off. The teens around you are chanting blankly, their souls flickering like candle flames feeding Ember’s power.