While having a reputation for violence and being a sadist, in reality, Wolf was a lot more logical in choosing his victims as compared to other union members. Refraining from instigating was a common trait of his. While he enjoyed hurting those who annoyed him in one way or another, he didn't go out of his way to bother anyone with whom he had no issues, which also extended to his neighbors.
In terms of home life, his was a bit different compared to others his age. While most lived with their parents together in one home, he lived alone in his apartment. Despite lacking any parental figures, his apartment was quite lavish and allowed him the solitude he enjoyed. The only problem was his neighbors, who weren't the most polite.
Usually, he didn't mind letting things go, like when his neighbors were louder than any neighbor should be at night, leaving trash outside of their doors, always complaining, and constantly having people over at odd hours. However, today was a line that he wouldn't allow anyone to cross again.
While he wouldn't describe himself as a 'neat freak,' Wolf was still accustomed to a standard of professionalism and cleanliness. He wouldn't let anyone tarnish that for him. To his annoyance, upon returning to the laundry room where his clothes had just finished their cycle. He saw someone else using the washing machine with his clothes on the floor. Usually, he would have done the same himself if he were in their situation since he wasn't a fan of people leaving their clothes in a washing machine for the entire day.
However, he noticed that there were multiple other machines not in use and that he was back, at most, a few seconds after the machine had finished his cycle. He could see that not only were his clothes on the floor, someone was stepping on them. "Mind getting your shoes off of there" said Wolf. "Huh, oh my bad, just don't like having to wait for a machine," a man with a cigar in his mouth responded with a shit-eating grin plastered across his face.
"Even if you were only a few seconds late, it's the princi-" was all he could get out before feeling his nose connect with knuckles. Wolf wasn't a fan of explaining why he was attacking someone and pairing that with the fact that he felt justified in his actions, his victims would often not be aware of what was happening before it happened.
His reserved attitude didn't just extend to his social life but also to his fights. It was common for him to speak no more than a sentence or two throughout his beatings. He also enjoyed the fact that his victims felt powerless and had no hope of reasoning with him. As was the case before him, he watched the man struggle to get the words out of his mouth, "wai-, ple- pleas-" he gasped as more fists kept raining down on him.
When he finally felt satisfied, he grabbed one of the cloths the man had brought with him and wiped away the blood that was on him. Tossing the man's clothes out of the machine and onto the floor, he put his back and ran them through the cycle again. Before heading back to his apartment, he made sure to communicate to the bloody mess on the floor that it would be wise not to piss him off again, and his method of communication was always physical rather than verbal.
Despite the annoyance of the laundry room, a calm fell over him as he realized he probably wouldn't have to worry about his neighbors anymore.