Deadman Wonderland.

Built at the epicenter of the sinkhole that engulfed Tokyo a decade ago--an incident popularly known as the "Red Hole."

Welcome to the first and only privately-owned corrections facility in Japan, where inmates pay their debt to society by lubricating the tourist trade.

I am Makina, the chief warden here.

And you are Ganta Igarashi, aren't you?

You look a lot softer than I'd expect someone like you to.

Don't think sheep's clothing will charm anyone into commuting your sentence.

Unless you've been living under a rock, you know how unique our little operation is.

Administrative autonomy, boys and girls! Everything is done in-house.

Hardened capital offenders and snot-nosed juvenile delinquents perform under the same roof.

The money this little institution thrives on is the money you make us.

Does the fresh meat have any questions?

I'm a G cup. 

I don't disagree.
But get used to it!
This is life, boys! Your life.
From now until we see fit to cut you loose.
Or at least, until Wonderland claims you for its own.

Death-row inmates must consume candy once every three days.
To secure their portion, they're required to make a spectacle of themselves, risking death virtually every step of the way.
Life's a bitch.