He lay flat on his bed with his hands crossed under his head as he stared up at his ceiling, debating on what to do next. It was currently exam season for the school and because of this students were off from school to allow time for them to prepare.

Unlike his classmates, he wasn't very stressed. Most subjects came easy to him and he had a natural curiosity in others. However, next week he had an exam for his modern history course, a course that he held no interest in whatsoever but was required to take by the school.

He debated if he wanted to brush it off and just fling it when the time came. Though he didn't have much going on and he wasn't in the mood to meet up with anyone or do anything specific. On top of that, there weren't any other courses that he had to prepare for. He was simply bored.

After a few more minutes of silence he slowly got off of his bed, stretching and exhaling as he felt his back bones crack. Grabbing a sweater he walked out of his apartment with his wallet containing his library card.

It was slightly chilly and relatively empty as he continued walking. Most adults still had their jobs which made sense as to why there weren't many cars in the street, the same could be said for other students.

Most of them were either at home cramming till the last second, or others who had given up on trying long before, and were now likely out getting drunk at some shitty bar. Even the usual wannabes who would squat in circles in alleys and smoke weren't in eyesight.

He didn't mind, he wasn't fond of people in general and would often go out of his way if it meant he could be alone. But just as he was walking up to turn a corner, he saw a familiar face.

It was Harper Ha, AKA 'Helmet', they'd never interacted before and Wolf mainly knew him as being Jimmy Bae's personal punching bag and favorite target. His annoyance peaked as he saw a bunch of other nobodies behind, crowding him as he strained his bandaged up face (likely courtesy of Jimmy Bae) to see ahead.

Just the sight of all of them was enough to put him in a sour mood, but he'd much rather just grab the damn book he needed and get back to his apartment. The thought was enough for him to ignore them and take a different path to the library.

Though before he went inside he heard Helmet, "I'm sure that four-eyed bitch walked in here, once he comes back around..."

"Four-eyed bitch…," most likely the White Mamba was who they were talking about, or more commonly known as Gray Yeon. He was one of the small few that he enjoyed fighting, his unique style and spur of the moment tactics never seemed to bore him.

"Helmet likely lost to him…badly, and probably figured using numbers was his best chance to even things out," he considered. "Just another cheap tactic," he thought as he walked in.

Oftentimes the last place someone from the Union would show up at was a library, which often saved him from any further headaches. Because of this he was fairly familiar with the library and over time it had unconsciously become one of his common go-to spots.

He groaned internally as his eyes kept glancing over the shelf in front of him for the third time. It was easy enough for him to find the historical literature section, but still he couldn't find his specific book.

He considered just leaving at that point but figured he might as well be sure. He walked over to the reception desk and instead of being greeted by some bitter old lady, he saw some chick filing her nails with earphones on and obnoxiously popping gum. He wasn't a fan of either.

He tapped the table, startling her out of her daydreaming.

"Huh?" she asked before even bothering to look up from her nails, assuming it was once again some kid asking to remove the safety restrictions on their computers so he could play a carbon copy of some game that was clearly not suitable for his age. Or someone's grandfather asking how to print something.

Though doubt started seeping in right away as she, still looking down at her nails, caught a flash of his purple hair. Purple hair that didn't belong to a kid, and definitely wasn't from someone's grandfather.

"O-oh, sorry about that…," she said looking up, trying to compose herself into a half-assed look of professionalism. "What can I help you with? Nice hair by th-".

"Dean Chester's historical context, volume 7. Do you have it?" he interrupted.

"Uh well it's still in the system, did you check the modern history shelf?" she asked.

He didn't bother answering her moronic question and started walking away. "Fuckin' waste of time…" he muttered as he turned, before colliding into some frail chick.

"Here, I was just reading it to pass time," the stranger said before Wolf could even respond.

Readjusting his glasses he squinted and noticed the outstretched book was Dean Chester's historical context, volume 7. On top of that, the person offering it wasn't a stranger or even a girl.

"Figures someone like you would be here," he said as he swiped the book, wondering how someone with such an underdeveloped and malnourished looking body could have a name like 'The White Mamba'.

It's no wonder their fight was from the usual colliding of fists, if it wasn't, it would've ended far quicker. Though he wasn't interested in having a rematch today, and began walking past him with an air of indifference.

"You're welcome," responded Gray with the same tone.

A small grin itched at the corners of Wolf's mouth, because of witnessing his brazen cockiness first hand, but he made sure to stifle it. This wasn't a waste of time anymore at the very least.

Walking out he wasn't surprised to see Helmet still lurking behind the corner, what that meathead lacked in strength he made up for in stubbornness.

He walked right up behind him and the other no-names. "Move it."

"Piss off fuckface," said one of Helmet's drones, trying hard to look tough in front of his boss, he stroked his blonde hair and blew a puff of smoke towards Wolf. Though he was still too much of a pussy to resort to any physical means.

It was Helmet's turn to look now, and him being the only one knowledgeable about the Union made the wise decision to immediately avoid direct eye contact and shut the blonde's mouth before he said anything else.

"W-Wolf! I-I'm sorry, he's new to the district an-".

"Just fuck off," he said as he walked past them. Feeling amused as he heard the shuffling of feet behind him as they all dispersed.

He took another look at the book before deciding to skim through its contents, sighing as he did so. He pulled out a cigarette and knew the whole pack would be gone by the time the day of the exam came.