Under the cloak of darkness, Negan slipped out of the sanctuary of his abode, craving the solace of nicotine to temporarily quiet the storm raging within his mind. As he lit his cigarette, the ember glowed like a beacon in the night, casting a faint halo around his figure.

"Ah, just what the doctor ordered," he muttered to himself, exhaling a cloud of smoke that dissipated into the ether. But as his eyes adjusted to the dim light, they caught sight of an unexpected presence nearby.

"Well, well, well, what do we have here?" Negan drawled, his voice dripping with sarcasm as he sauntered closer to the figure lurking in the shadows. "Looks like I've stumbled upon a little lost lamb in the dead of night. What's the matter, can't sleep?"