I"m an orphan and a delinquent. I graduated from the slums in my early childhood with bitter taste... slowly down to the rotten pit.Now I have billions of dollars and countless enemies... I"m a WANTED S-cla.s.s criminal. I have no home. No family. No friends... No safety.
Though I dare say who would come after a boy of barely 18? 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 uncertainly 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 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 WAY I HAD TAKEN. I HAVE NO CONTROL NOW... After all, I"m just an extraordinarily lone wolf. Does that make my ident.i.ty clearer?