Adaeze, frail and pale, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with terror, sits upright on a wooden bed within a dimly lit hut. Her simple white nightgown, slightly crumpled from restless sleep, clings to her trembling form. She clutches her chest tightly, her gaze fixated on a shadowy figure that haunts her mind. The figure is tall and imposing, shrouded in an impenetrable darkness, with only glowing red eyes piercing the gloom and a faint, ominous outline barely perceptible. The backdrop of her nightmare reveals a vast, swirling river, its waters as dark as midnight, mirroring the eerie glint of a blood-red moon above. Standing by the riverbank, the shadowy figure whispers sinister words, his voice melding with the howling wind, sending shivers down Adaeze's spine.