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They used to be able to forget about everything; worries, woes, the past, the future... they could just be happy. It was mandatory to be happy and she loved it that way. Yet a part of her looked at the ruffians off of their medication- the ones over the bridge- and feel a little mournful for what she had forgotten.
And then she realized why.
Her medication was falting.
It wasn't long until she had begun remembering. All of a sudden she was the ruffian, living off of rotten apples and meat that she knew wasn't right to eat. The streets and the bombed out buildings were her home now, along with the rest exiled to the garden district. It was no wonder she spent her days paranoid, depressed, and on the edge of starvation.
[Created with permission for a degree animatic project, Eleanor was created with the intention of being the main character of her own little story, set in the world of We Happy Few. More information will be added when the game's story is released and I can keep it close to the lore.]
