Adaeze, frail and pale, her face dotted with sweat, her wide, almond-shaped eyes brimming with terror. She dons a simple white nightgown, rumpled from a restless night. A shadowy figure stands tall and menacing, its features obscured by darkness, with only its glowing red eyes and faint silhouette discernible. Adaeze sits bolt upright on a creaky wooden bed in a dimly lit hut. Her hand presses against her chest as she envisions the shadowy figure. In the nightmare's backdrop, a turbulent, inky river stretches wide, mirroring the eerie glow of a blood-red moon. The figure hovers near the riverbank, uttering ominous whispers as the wind shrieks around him.