Adaeze, frail and pale, her face glistening with sweat, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with terror, clutches at her chest. She wears a simple white nightgown that is slightly crumpled from a night filled with restless dreams. In the dimly lit confines of the hut, she sits upright on a wooden bed, her mind fixated on the apparition before her. In her nightmare, a vast, swirling river stretches out — its waters as black as ink, catching the eerie glow of a blood-red moon. By the riverbank stands a shadowy figure, tall and imposing, features obscured beneath a cloak of darkness. Only the figure's eyes glow a menacing red, and the faint outline of his form is visible as his voice weaves ominous words into the chilling howl of the wind.