Adaeze, frail and pale, her face glistening with sweat, gazes with terrified, almond-shaped eyes. The simple white nightgown she wears is slightly wrinkled from tossing in her sleep. In the shadowy depths of her mind, a tall, daunting figure cloaked in darkness emerges, defined only by his burning red eyes and faint outline. She sits upright on a wooden bed within the dimly lit hut, her hand pressed firmly to her chest while she envisions the figure by a vast, swirling river. The river's waters are as black as night, catching the eerie glow of a blood-red moon reflected upon its surface. Near the river's edge, the figure stands menacingly, whispering dark, foreboding words that blend with the chilling cries of the wind.