In a dimly lit hut, Adaeze sits bolt upright on a creaky wooden bed. Her frail form is draped in a simple, slightly crumpled white nightgown, and beads of sweat glisten on her pale skin. Her large, almond-shaped eyes are wide with terror, fixated on a haunting vision. In her mind, a daunting nightmare unfurls—a vast, churning river with waters as dark as ink, reflecting the eerie light of a blood-red moon. On the riverbank looms a shadowy figure, tall and imposing, with features obscured by darkness. Only his glowing red eyes and faint outline pierce the shadows. The wind howls, carrying his ominous whispers through the air, as Adaeze clutches her chest, trapped between reality and the chilling dreamscape.