Hell is definitely not what Jackie had expected. Sure, those Blank Men are maybe kinda like goengsi, but he hasn't been judged for his sins or whatever. He hadn't paid a whole lot of attention, he just occasionally prayed at shrines and whatever. ...a lot less occasionally after killing Yung. He'd felt weird about it. Dirty. That was why he'd wanted to leave, in the end. He knew you didn't just leave the Sun On Yee, though. Once you were in, you were in. 'Til death, and after.

He shivers and crosses the arms of his bloodied hoodie, finally deciding to speak up. "Hey, I, uh, I don't know a lot about this stuff, but I can be muscle or something. Chop wood. Maybe cook a little." He's a city boy, not a survivalist. He'd never been off the main island in his life. Hong Kong had been all he'd ever needed, his whole world. This was...some Lord of the Rings shit, and he didn't care for it at all.