The rip of a page silently ripples across the Cathedral. Murmuring words of anger at herself, a young woman sat in the very back. The small figure was draped in a long black dress, and a black veil his her puffy eyes from the world.

A super was killed.

Killed.

And? All for what? For a fashion statement? No! This... this tragedy would be a reminder of capes... the long flowing fabrics each made from different materials, each made to specifically fit a unique characteristic to her supers. It was no more!

Edna Mode, made those outfits... but she didn't do it all alone, No! Someone very special to her was lost today, and there isn't even a body to bury.

A Disgrace... looking down towards her sketch book. Edna felt absolutely nothing, no emotion lingered in her body... She has to, no... She will make higher standards for herself. The sound of the city folks crying, and sniffing was a constant reminder, that Edna was at a funeral.

A soft hiss pursed out of the designers lips. It was brimming with Determination as the last sketch for a superhero costume was crumpled in her hand.

" No Capes..."