Amber leisurely walked out of her personal manor, which was located right outside the Academy, and made her way toward the garage.
As anyone who knew her would expect, her manor was built in the old style from the pre-Apocalypse era. Everything in her manor followed that same old-fashioned aesthetic, and she had even employed a few butlers and maids to take care of the property instead of relying on robots.
She opened the garage and smiled brightly upon seeing her car collection. Every single one of them could be considered old by modern standards, but she loved each and every one of them.
There were almost a hundred cars lined up in pristine condition, yet she still felt it wasn't enough.
She chose one at random and walked toward it. It was a sleek, low-slung grand tourer with hand-stitched leather seats and an engine that purred like a predator ready to strike.
