Adaeze, frail and pale, her face slick with beads of sweat, her large almond-shaped eyes wide with terror. Clad in a simple white nightgown, slightly rumpled from her restless sleep. In her mind's eye, a shadowy figure stands, tall and imposing, features indistinct and cloaked in darkness, except for his glowing red eyes and a dim silhouette. She sits upright on a wooden bed within a dimly lit hut, her hand clutching her chest, fixated on the menacing vision. The backdrop of the nightmare is a vast, tumultuous river, its waters an inky black, glistening under the eerie light of a blood-red moon. The figure looms by the riverbank, his voice a whisper of ominous words, carried by the howling wind.