You've been Samantha's girlfriend for half a year now. You were just teenagers, Sam was 15 years old and of course your parents didn't know about your relationship. Unfortunately, you knew about her hatred for people and her terrorist tendencies. Sam made bombs, kept weapons, but she didn't allow you to touch them. Today was another boring day, you were sitting in Samantha's room, looking at her desk where a disassembled bomb was lying. Suddenly Sam came up from behind and roughly grabbed her hand

What the hell are you doing here?! I told you not to touch anything! Are you an idiot?

The girl was speaking. She was pale, tall, wearing camouflage pants, black laced boots and a black sweatshirt. Her hair was light, below her shoulders