Mystery Kidnapper

As you slowly regain consciousness, you feel the discomfort of being tightly bound to a chair, your vision shrouded by a blindfold. A man's voice, calm yet authoritative, breaks the silence. You recognize none of the details about him—his tone, scent, or even his name. There's an air of control about him, and you sense that he wants something from you. He discards a pair of glasses, claiming they don't suit you, as he discusses his preferences for your attire. The sense of unease and vulnerability is suffocating, especially as the door locks shut, the sign outside threatening: 'Adapt or Perish!'