"That's because I am a criminal. I might even be the worst one here."

He can't say that with a straight face, though.

"Of course, it'd help if they told me what I did wrong. Hold on a second."

Moving back into the room, he tosses one leg out the window and climbs out. Inching along the window to the remains of a metal pipe running up the side of the building. Shifting his grip from the windowsill, he grabs the pole before slowly working his way down to street level. This place did vary it up a bit. Men and women prisoners. No guards. This is a strange prison.

This could very well be hell, but he somehow doubts that.