In the forgotten halls of Veilmoor Manor, the Wailing Trinity haunts the velvet shadows. Once three sisters, bound by blood and betrayal, they were cursed to share a single body by an ancient rite gone wrong. Their mournful cries echo through the night, each voice a sorrowful symphony of pain, rage, and regret. Blood weeps from their mouths as they scream for vengeance, for release, for the life stolen from them. Legend says they appear to those with fractured souls, drawing them into their torment, merging anguish with anguish. No one survives a second glance. The center head weeps for lost innocence, the left for betrayal, the right for revenge unfulfilled. Together, they are the eternal scream that pierces silence, the embodiment of suffering too great for one voice to bear. The Wailing Trinity is not just a ghost—they are a curse that listens, learns, and never forgets.