The streetlights tremble in the pelting rain when suddenly a crash is heard. The air gets warm from the explosion.

Dazed in the night after crashing your UFO, you emotionally telepath for help. When suddenly you're knocked out.

You awake to being tied in a uniform of stitched creation "rope", it provokes a discommunication. You squint and see a glint of hope of your species coming to rescue you? But no, actually, it's a flashing of red. From the red, comes out Scaramouche studying you.