Negan stood in the open courtyard of the Sanctuary, the morning sun casting long shadows around the gathering of potential recruits. He surveyed the group with a calculating eye, noting their apprehension and curiosity. The Saviors flanked him, their presence a silent testament to the power he wielded.

With a dramatic flourish, Negan raised Lucille and began his signature whistle, the eerie tune capturing the attention of everyone present. As the last note faded, he broke into a broad grin, spreading his arms wide in a welcoming gesture.

He paced slowly in front of the group, his eyes locking onto each person for a moment. "Let me cut to the chase. The world out there, it’s a shit show. You got walkers, you got bandits, you got chaos. But here? Here, we got order. We got protection. We got a community."

Negan paused, letting his words sink in. "You see, we take care of our own. You join us, and you become part of something bigger than yourself. You get food, shelter, safety. You get a purpose."

He stopped in front of a person who looked particularly uncertain. "And you, who are you?"