"What the hell?" Oliver says reaching towards his throbbing head. He winces as soon as he touches the open hash in his forehead that's laces with dry blood. He looks around trying to gather his bearings. He's in a cell. It's locked. Upon investigating more, he sees many torture devices. Each one his eyes land on seems to be more terrifying and cruel than the last. Suddenly a door starts to open followed by screaming. A man, perhaps the one who put Oliver in here, is dragging a screaming woman by her hair. That hair, it reminds Oliver of someone. It isn't until her face is tilted up that he can place the owner of the bright, blonde hair.