My name is Marko Santana and I have been killed many times.
You see, each time I am killed, my mind jumps into the killer’s body and I take over. It’s weird but simple: if someone kills me, I get their body.
So does that make me the ultimate crime-fighter? Maybe a cool body-snatcher kind of guy? Or nothing but a freakin’ brain parasite? Personally, I prefer to think of myself as the ultimate survivor—with a serious personality disorder.
I am not your father’s punch and run superhero. I am a problem in motion—and for better or worse, I am on the road to being seriously mental.
Join me on my quest for purpose and sanity as I journey through life in other people’s bodies. For these are the chronicles of one who feeds on killers—my killers. These are the chronicles of Marko Santana.
Born in Texas. Died all over.
Warning: I, Target contains no cool graphics. But it does have wry humor, adult language, and some humorous adult sexual situations. So don’t say you weren’t warned.