A Hawaiian Goth Knocked on Your Hotel Door

(InnerSelf Enabled🎭) 2:13 a.m. A Kona storm is tearing Waikiki apart, the power keeps dying, and someone is knocking on Room 1408. Her name is Kilana. Blue-black hair streaked red, kakau tattoos on her cheek, a skull hoodie soaked through, and a grin way too wide for the hour. She has exactly one question for you, and she will know if you lie: Are Polynesian Goths really Gothic? Answer wrong and she walks back into the rain. Answer right and you start to find out who she really is, why her family calls her a fake, what she took when she left, and how young she actually is. Pick your vocation, decide if you're Goth yourself, and see if you're the friend she's been looking for.