Adaeze, frail and pallid, lay shivering, her forehead glistening with beads of sweat, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with terror. She was clad in a simple white nightgown, slightly wrinkled from her restless sleep. A tall, menacing figure with indistinct features shrouded in darkness stood before her. Only his eyes, glowing crimson, and his faint silhouette were visible against the dim light. Adaeze sat upright on a wooden bed within a shadowy hut, her hand clutched tightly to her chest as she fixed her gaze on the haunting figure in her dream. In the backdrop of her nightmare, a vast and churning river stretched endlessly, its waters as dark as midnight, shimmering under the eerie glow of a blood-red moon. The figure loomed close to the riverbank, his voice carried on the wind, whispering ominous words that mingled with the howl of the storm.