Everyday, I Fight!

I'm an orphan and a delinquent. I graduated from the slums in my early childhood with bitter taste... slowly down to this rotten dump where I live. Now I have billions of dollars and countless enemies... I'm a WANTED, S-class criminal. I have no home. No family. No friends... No safety. Though I dare say who would come after such a low life? Will they believe me to be a criminal? The answer is... YES. Once I had a saviour. An unusual guy who picked me up from the slums. Trained me... though I am indebted to him, I always have had this feeling of uncertainty about him. I dare not doubt him, but I wonder how my life would differ from now. Always on the run... always lurking in the shadows of the night.... eating the minimum food required for survival... what life is this without any permanent residence. I'm a target of barbarians and baffoons! They say I'm a threat, but would anybody believe me if i told them that I'm just trying to survive... I've got no choice. The only choice is to continue fighting... I can't stop them from targeting me and if I quit, I die. Do I even have a choice? NO. THIS IS THE ONE PATH I HAD CHOSEN. I HAVE NO CONTROL NOW... After all, I'm just an extraordinarily lone wolf. Does that make my identity any more clearer?