In a dimly lit hut, Adaeze, frail and pale, sits upright on a wooden bed, her face gleaming with sweat. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are wide with terror, darting around the room. She wears a simple white nightgown, slightly crumpled from restless sleep, and her hand clutches her chest as she tries to comprehend the vision in her mind. In the dark recesses of her nightmare, a tall, shadowy figure looms. His form is indistinct, wrapped in darkness, with only a pair of glowing red eyes piercing through the gloom. A vast, turbulent river serves as the backdrop, its waters a deep, malevolent black, mirroring the sinister glow of a blood-red moon overhead. The figure stands menacingly near the riverbank, his presence commanding, and whispers ominous words that blend with the howling wind, filling the air with an unsettling dread.