As night enveloped the Sanctuary, casting shadows that danced ominously in the dimly lit corridors, Negan strode purposefully into the interrogation room. The flickering fluorescent light above lent an eerie glow to his features, accentuating the severity etched into his countenance.

"Alright, you sorry sack of crap," Negan's gravelly voice cut through the silence like a knife. "You've got some explaining to do. You messed up, big time," Negan continued, his tone dripping with disdain.

"You went and ruined our plans, and now some of my people are caught because of you. You got a lot of nerve, I'll give you that. Now," he growled, leaning in closer, "you're gonna tell me everything. And I mean everything. Or you're gonna wish you were never born."