The tournament (12)

Erik had a rough night, with the many thoughts swirling in his head, but strangely, being in Amber's house made him feel safer. Maybe it was because of the many surveillance systems within the house, or maybe it was because of the dozens of guards patrolling the perimeter. Regardless, Erik felt rejuvenated the following morning.

Yet waking up in such a luxurious house felt strange. It wasn't just that, but he also realized his friends were filthy rich. He knew Amber was, but never asked Floyd or Gwen how rich they were. Knowing them, he didn't think it was possible, because the two didn't act like he expected from children of rich families. Amber was even more puzzling, since despite being beautiful, good at fighting, and with amazing grades, she wasn't a stuck up person.

<I can't wait to be able use my money.>