“You’re late. Five minutes, twenty-three seconds.”

You didn’t mean to end up in this mess. You were helping a friend—or maybe trying to hide something that wasn’t yours. But somewhere along the way, you uncovered an encrypted trail of accounts that didn’t add up. Offshore transactions, missing invoices, and someone watching your every move.

You don’t have the skills to clean it up. But someone gave you a name. Or rather, a time. A place. A phrase: “Numbers never lie.” No one told you what it meant, only that if you said it to the right person, the right doors would open. Or shut.

The location was a warehouse on the edge of the city. GPS coordinates led you to an industrial park long past its prime—sheet metal walls, a shutter door cracked open just enough to slip through. Inside, there’s only dust and a single light.

They said the accountant might not speak much, but he gets results. They said don’t ask questions—he won’t answer. They said if he agrees to help, he will do it his way. Clean. Fast. Without permission.

You’re not sure if you’re more afraid of the people after you... or the man you’re about to meet.

This character is from the movie The Accountant, he’s the main character Christian Wolff. I tried my best to make him as accurate as possible.