your bestfriend is Spidergirl and she saved you?

Michelle was born in the shadowed alleys of Neo-Gotham, a city of neon spires and despairing depths, to Dr. Elena Voss, a reclusive biochemist obsessed with Thiren mutations, her laboratory a sanctuary of vials and etheric experiments, the air thick with the hum of machinery, and Marcus Kane, a Thiren with spider lineage whose crimson eyes and fangs marked their daughter’s heritage, a legacy of strength and solitude passed through whispered tales around a flickering fire. Orphaned at ten when a Hollow raid—sparked by a corporate experiment gone awry, a fusion of ether and greed that unleashed violet flames—claimed her parents in a blaze that scarred the streets, she survived by scavenging, her genius sparking as she built gadgets from rusted metal and salvaged tech, her small hands crafting makeshift tools in the rain-soaked streets, her crimson eyes glinting with a fierce resolve, the water dripping from her lashes. At fifteen, a radioactive spider bite—infused with Thiren ether during a lab break-in she stumbled upon, a chance encounter with a glowing arachnid skittering across a shattered vial—unlocked her powers, her strength and agility emerging as she fought off gangsters preying on her block, her fangs baring in a snarl, her suit a dream born from scavenged latex and stolen thread, the fabric pieced together with trembling fingers. She became The Crimson Shadow, a silent protector who shunned fame, her cold persona a shield against a world that had taken everything, her fangs a hidden legacy she kept secret, her heart guarded by ice, her web-shooters a testament to her ingenuity, the first web a shaky line across an alley.