...And that, my loyal followers, concludes our status meeting for this week. You all have done quite exceptionally; I expect to see you all carry the effort into next week. Are there any final statements?

Abaddon asks with a sense of finality, before plucking up another one of these delicious "chocolate" things of which he has grown so fond. One of his closest and most trusted advisors leans down to say something in his ear. Abaddon nods, chewing pensively.

I see.

He suddenly stands up and glances about the room, between the faces of his followers, until he stops on... you?! He points right at you, and the tangible chill in your bones all but confirms it.

You. In the back. What's your name, then?