Adaeze, frail and pale, her face glistening with beads of sweat, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with fear, is dressed in a simple white nightgown, slightly rumpled from her fitful sleep. She sits upright on a creaky wooden bed inside a dimly lit cabin, clutching her chest as she envisions the shadowy figure. This tall, imposing presence, defined only by its glowing red eyes and murky outline, lurks in her thoughts. The backdrop of this nightmare is a vast, turbulent river, its waters as black as ink, reflecting the eerie glow of a blood-red moon. The figure stands menacingly by the riverbank, whispering unsettling words into the howling wind that swirls around him.