Contrary to expectations, Philip did have some idea of what Shotaro must have been feeling. Sokichi had given him a task, too: Leave this place, and then count up your sins. Deadman Wonderland was still a prison, just a more literal one.

What in the world could he do from a place like this?

He brushed his hair out of his eyes, starting up a flight of stairs. "Barring the possibility of jailbreak, which I'm certainly not going to rule out, a sentence reduction starts from one hundred million CP. To earn that much in one year, a net monthly gain of eight and one-third million CP would be necessary. Of course, that rules out the expense of candy, if..." He trailed off. He still wasn't certain about that last part.