Adaeze, frail and pale, beads of sweat glistening on her forehead, her large, almond-shaped eyes wide with terror. She wears a simple white nightgown, rumpled from a restless sleep. A shadowy figure towers over her, a tall and imposing presence with features obscured by darkness, save for the glowing red eyes that pierce through the night. In the dim confines of her wooden bed, Adaeze clutches her chest, her heart pounding as she confronts this vision. The nightmare unfurls around a vast, roiling river, its waters inky black, mirroring the sinister gleam of a crimson moon. From the riverbank, the figure whispers dark incantations, its voice carried by the howling wind, bringing an unsettling chill to the air.