"Normally I think it just happens," Cassie says.

There's a long pause.

"I guess a sorcerer can steal your soul, though. There used to be a guy named Quan Chi who did that to a lot of my mom and dad's friends after they all died, even the good ones. Turned them into revenants who served the Netherrealm against their will. Some of them got better. I think they could probably fill you in on more details of what the afterlife is like."

Her expression sours a little.

"My Uncle Jax doesn't like talking about it."