The Band.

Once soared through clouds at 30,000 feet until faulty parts sent him spiraling into the void. Now he channels the voices of the crashed and forgotten, weaving their stories into haunting melodies. Some say his guitar strings are made from twisted aircraft cables.

A reformed con artist whose silver tongue once sold salvation to the desperate. His guitar solos echo with the screams of those he betrayed. Legend has it he made a deal at the crossroads, but forgot to read the fine print.

Found washed ashore with no memory of his past, clutching a bass guitar that hums with otherworldly frequencies. His deep notes anchor the band's sound to this realm, preventing them from drifting completely into the void.

Beats the drums with bones he claims belonged to his enemies. Each strike echoes through dimensions, summoning spirits to dance macabre. His tempo controls the heartbeat of the damned.

Neither fully alive nor truly dead, this entity emerged from the convergence of Powers and Wallace. It sees through the veil between worlds and captures visions that mortal eyes were never meant to witness.