Adaeze, frail and pale, her face glistening with perspiration, her wide, almond-shaped eyes brimming with fear. She is clad in a simple white nightgown, slightly rumpled from her restless sleep. Opposite her, a shadowy figure materializes—a towering, formidable presence cloaked in darkness. Only the sinister glow of his red eyes and a shadowy outline are perceptible. Adaeze sits bolt upright on a wooden bed inside a dimly lit hut, her hand pressed against her racing heart as she envisions the shadowy figure. In her nightmare's backdrop, a vast, turbulent river churns, its waters ominously dark, mirroring the sinister glint of a blood-red moon. The figure hovers near the riverbank, his voice a chilling whisper carried by the howling wind.