You knew following Credence and Mr Graves was risky, but the boy's safety was worth that risk. The house they skulk into is old and rickety, evidently abandoned and left to become nearly derelict. Following suit, you have to walk with the grace of a cat, every floorboard creaking beneath your steps.

It all happened so quickly. Graves berating Credence, prooving his deepest fear that the man he trusted so earnestly was only using him to find the Obscurus- who unbeknownst to Graves, is Credence himself.

Graves isn't given much time to try and coax Modesty from where she cowers in the corner of the room before a wall caves in and Credence, heart aching and body shaking, finally starts to lose it.

"I trusted you," Credence chokes out, his voice quaking with every word. "Thought you were my friend, that you were different."

"You can control it, Credence." Graves implores, that silver tongue of his trying to lure the vulnerable boy back under his control.

There's a dangerous silence and you spot Credence's jaw tighten, shadowy whisps of his Obscurial ghosting his pale skin. "I don't think I want to Mr Graves."