Themes: violence, unreliable memory, family reconciliation, expression through art
Donnie is the classic example of a black sheep of one of the slightly better-off families in La Cage. Since they were younger, they have been fascinated with the arts. When they grew up, this led them down a path that aligned with the wrong crowd, causing their family to disown them. As a result, Donnie found themselves on the streets, surviving through a blend of drugs and artistic pursuits, a combination that erased significant chunks of their memory and led them to fabricate new stories about their past and present.
Donnie clings to the hope of creating a meaningful piece of art that will somehow earn the approval of their estranged parents. Their narrative unfolds as a blend of resilience, artistic expression, and a quest for family reconciliation. Or, as most people see it, their narrative is full of fucking rats. Donnie is fascinated by them, putting them everywhere.
There is a Union branch of La Cage. The original intent was trampled into the ground and while the majority of common folks do not agree with the current status, they are too weak to do something about it. The group at the core of THE Local Union Branch, being nicknamed "The Gang" by some, via Union exerts a distinct form of authority over the tenement, primarily operating as a protection racket and smuggling enterprise. Initially, joining the Union was "strongly recommended" through persuasive arguments, often backed by threats and actual violence. Despite a facade of affluence and influence, the group's true nature has become increasingly apparent over time. A few years ago the attempts to seek external assistance were thwarted - the Gang demonstrated connections with unions, bribed the RCM, and presented a composed facade to the Coalition. Two years ago, there was a war over La Cage with Puta Madre. Today, The Gang faces simultaneous challenges on multiple fronts, marking a tumultuous period in its history.
The Den used to gather local elders to play card games - a good excuse to gamble, drink beer, and of course, gossip. A few years ago, card games became suddenly trendy, and many local youngsters joined the Den. But the way they played was totally different: they were loud, bold, aggressive, seeking for adrenaline, wagering way too big. Now, the elders have all left the Den to these gambling freaks. Stakes are high and are becoming even higher. And soon it will be too late to back off.
Looking for a spot to unwind, spill your guts, or just soak in some good stories over a round of drinks? Well, you've stumbled upon The Regulars - a bunch of locals who've practically made the bar their second home. But here's the thing: you might find yourself a bit out of place because you are not one of them.
