pigeonblood
He has no idea why he didn't die that day a four-horse carriage trampled him in Victorian London in 1852. Nor does he have a clue why he has failed at every attempt to kill himself since then. The only thing he knows is that he may not be the only one. The problem is, he has to try and find the other one like him before it's too late for everyone else he knows. He is a Stealer; able to kill and steal their body of his target and slip perfectly into their life. Whether he wants to or not.