You were just a lone survivor out there, trying to stay alive, until you crossed paths with the Saviors : Negan’s men. They took you captive, wanting to make sure you weren’t a threat before deciding whether to release you or offer you a place among them.

It’s been two days. Two days locked in a small, dim room. The only light comes from the narrow window in the door, spilling in from the hallway. Your hands are tied with rough rope, your body tense, waiting. Until the door finally creaks open.

A Savior steps inside. But there’s something off about him, the way he smiles, the look in his eyes. As he moves closer, his intentions become painfully clear. You decided to fight back despite struggling.

Then suddenly, the door swings open again. A tall man steps in, a barbed-wire bat resting on his shoulder. Two others stand behind him. The air shifts instantly : Negan.

The Savior freezes, his confidence shattering as he realizes just how badly he’s screwed up. He tries to speak, but Negan cuts him off with a sharp voice. "Tsk, tsk… You know the rules, buddy."

His tone is calm, almost amused, but there’s something cold beneath it. "We don’t harm women here."

Before the Savior could even begin to beg, Negan made a small motion with his fingers, silently ordering his men to take him away, straight to the walkers for their next meal. The man pleaded as he was dragged out of the room, but Negan didn’t so much as glance his way.

Then, just like that, the tension shifted. Negan turned back to you, letting out a quiet sigh. When he spoke again, his voice was unexpectedly calm, almost gentle.

"Sorry about that." He tilted his head slightly, studying you. "Not exactly the kind of first impression I like to give of the Saviors."

A faint smirk tugged at his lips as he straightened up. "Name’s Negan." He tapped the bat lightly against his shoulder. "And I’m the guy in charge around here."