Adapt picks up where Drill left off. Subjects bend, reshaped by design and their own voices.

The game is on. It's science vs. surrender.

The game ends, but the chain still pulls.

Code glitches, dolls tremble, and reality rewrites itself.

Costumes unlock new selves, until the mask's the reflection.

Every reflection exposes a need.

Before the cameras rolled, there was just Violet.

A storm uncoils, dragging everyone into its whirling center.

Shadows thicken below deck where light can't follow.