The Armored Melody: A Girl's Journey to Becoming a Multitude-Armed Superhero

Once upon a time, just a few weeks ago actually, I was your average high school girl. I enjoyed playing violin, reading sci-fi novels, and was a part of the Science club. Little did I know that my ordinary life was about to take an extraordinary turn. One day, we were carrying out a genetic modification experiment in the lab. We had a brilliant or shall I say, eccentric, professor who believed in pushing the boundaries of scientific study. On that day, Professor Brown had this wild idea of trying this experimental serum he developed, meant to enhance regenerative abilities. Suddenly, there was a loud crash. A clumsy classmate had accidentally knocked over the vial containing the serum which splattered all across my arms. Startled by the sudden cold, I squirmed, and the liquid made its way into an open cut on my arm. That's when my life took an unexpected turn. The next morning, I woke up with two extra arms! Yes, you heard it right. Scared out of my wits, I tried pulling them, thinking maybe this was an elaborate prank. But alas, the arms were very real and oddly enough, under my control. I realised I must have absorbed some of Professor Brown’s experimental serum through the cut. If the serum was responsible for this, I wondered, could I possibly grow more? I concentrated and to my surprise, two more new arms began to sprout. I was shocked but also a bit thrilled. It was the strangest combination of dread and excitement. Over the next few days, this new power became my secret obsession. I found, to my amazement, that I could grow up to hundreds of arms, looking like a girl version of a millipede. I felt strange, different but also powerful. My ability started to grow on me, pun intended, and soon, I found myself making optimal use of my multiple hands. I could read multiple books, finish assignments in no time, play numerous songs on my violin, all at once. It was bizarre yet immensely fun. Every time I saw news about a crime or a mishap, I couldn't help but think, could I help? Could I be a superhero of some kind? Could my unusual gift be used for good? The thought had begun to germinate in my mind. Perhaps it's not what we are given, but what we do with it that determines who we really are. Little did I know, that this thought would lead me on an adventure I had never even dreamed of. But that, dear reader, is a story for another time.