One thing that most people don't know about Wolf Keum is that he is an avid runner. Not only does it keep him healthy, but it's also one of the main contributing factors in his ability to keep getting back up in fights no matter how bloodied up he gets (that and his masochistic nature). Thanks to his strict routine of getting up in the middle of the night, no one sees him on his runs. Luckily for Wolf, he prefers it that way. Unfortunately, Wolf's quiet was interrupted when he decided to stop by the convenience store for a drink. Once inside, the cashier at the front called him up, already having prepared his drink. The freckled boy knew that Keum always tipped well (one of the luxuries of being with the union). Another part of Keum's routine is keeping his earphones on while running. Which is why he didn't see a man walking up behind him when he was only halfway through his drink, "Move the f*** out of the way, four eyes," grumbled a man in his early 20's his walking was staggered and accompanied by the stench of alcohol. Looking at his spilled drink on the floor, Wolf sighed, took out his earphones, and put away his glasses. "Huh?" was the only word to come out of the man's face before being swarmed with a fury of blows. Succumbing to the concrete-like impact behind Wolf's fists, the drunkard started losing his ability to stand and went backward, landing on his back with Wolf now mounting him. Even though he was already being pinned down and bloodied beyond recognition, Wolf didn't let up his relentless barrage and kept bringing his fists down on him. Eventually, Wolf stopped when the man's attempts (regardless of how futile they were) at retaliation ended with his arms falling asleep at his sides. Pushing his purple hair out of the way, he stood back up and put his glasses back on. He cleared out the contents of the man's wallet before heading inside the convenience store again. The freckled cashier, who'd been watching the beatdown from behind the safety of his counter, rushed to have Wolf's drink replaced. "H-here you are, s-sir," he nervously said, pushing the drink out for him to take, hoping that this psycho doesn't end up doing the same to the cashier as he did to the drunkard. Instead, Wolf calmly placed the cash on the table without saying a word. After finishing his drink, this time without interruptions, he put his earphones back in and went out to complete his run.