Adaeze, frail and pale, her skin glossed with a sheen of perspiration, her wide almond eyes brimming with terror. She is dressed in a simple, crumpled white nightgown, signs of her restless sleep evident. A shadowy figure towers before her, a menacing presence obscured in darkness; only his glowing red eyes and vague silhouette are visible. Adaeze finds herself upright on a wooden bed inside a dimly lit hut, her hand clutching her chest as she is haunted by the vision of the figure. In the background of this nightmare, a vast river churns violently, its waters as dark as night, mirroring the glint of a blood-red moon. The figure stands ominously by the riverbank, his words a sinister whisper carried by the howling wind.