I read on Pantip and on Twitter that Credence's hairstyle shows oppression. It probably wouldn't escape the abuse from its stepmother. The following content is created by fiction. It is not related to the plot of the movie in any way. You can rest assured that there are no spoilers.

The young man of House Braebone sat with his head bowed. His hands were clenched so tightly that he trembled and pressed against the front of both legs. Their jaws clenched together hard to keep from sobbing. Eyes blurry with tears looking at the wooden floor Teardrops falling together With a strand of pitch-black hair falling down

The young boy of House Barebone He had beautiful jet black hair, slightly wavy and slightly longer than the nape of his neck. When he woke up in the morning Take a shower and wash your hair and get dressed. He will style his hair neatly according to the fashion. He wasn't very picky about his clothes. But he did it because it was the right thing to do.

And my mother likes it better this way too. No matter how handsomely dressed But if his shoulder-hugging personality completely obscures those beautiful features,

Today it is as usual. He and his two sisters He was carried by his mother to a gathering place to spread the ideas against witchcraft and magic of the Salem New League. While Mom was giving her speech He and his two sisters were responsible for distributing the flyers that their mother used to the children. In the Barebone house, it was brutally done all day.

For reasons the young man didn't know. Some of the recipients of his leaflets received them. It wasn't because they were interested in the second-generation Salem clan. But he was satisfied with the young man's appearance.

“If I didn't lift my head up, I wouldn't know how good-looking I am.”

“Keeping your head down like this, we can't even see each other's faces.”

"sorry…."

The boy couldn't hear the gossip. He looked up from time to time at his surroundings. And to keep an eye on what Mom is doing and where she is. And that's when people will see his handsomeness. If it were a walkway in the middle of a rushing crowd Even if he acted as dignified as a prince, no one would be interested.

But the people surrounding him now had come to listen to his mother speak. The audience, who had paused in their rush, were able to see the young man handing out leaflets in full view.

When the assembly mission is finished Mother brought the three Barebone siblings home. It's a little free time before bedtime. while the children of Barebone, inspecting the neatness of the house There were nighttime guests stopping by to visit their mother. They are major donors who share their mother's ideas.

The two didn't talk much. Because the guests were in a hurry to leave, before leaving, he gave them a small gift. Give it to mom too. It is a fine glass doll in the shape of a village woman in a standing pose holding a basket of bread. Mother received it happily. When we said goodbye She put it on the table in the main room first. Then he walked to his bedroom to find a place to put the doll.

One of the Barebone Brothers, a woman. She was a tall, slender girl (but taller than a young boy). Her dark brown hair was braided into a bun at the back. I took the opportunity that my mother was not here to secretly pick up the doll and examine it.

“Chestity, put it down. You're going to get hit by your mother,” the youngest of the three girls whispered.

“It's beautiful. Look, Modesty, why did that donor give it to mom?” the older girl said softly.

“If you don't know, then I don't know,” the younger girl replied.

the actions of the two Always in the sight of the young man He wasn't too curious to know why men were giving their mothers gifts. He didn't even know how to feel.

“Oh my gosh!” the older girl exclaimed.

“That's it! You see, you dropped the doll's arm!” The girl said in a high-pitched voice. But still maintain a low volume.

“Shh, go get some glue so we can fix it before mom gets back,” the older girl ordered.

The girl frowned slightly. She didn't think that her mother would not know what had happened to this precious gift. But it depends on when mother knows. Who will suffer more misfortune?

“Credence, please help me find some glue, hurry.” The older girl turned around and half-asked for help. A young boy who had no part in destroying his mother's gift. He answered with eyes that could be read as not being very satisfied. But there was no more serious attitude than that. Then the young man's mouth fell.

“If there is magic, Just a little magic and it's over.” Because there were only three of them. Nor were the older girls very courteous. And the girl was close enough to him that she probably wouldn't sue her mother either.

“Magic….so?” A cold, smooth voice sounded from the hallway. The atmosphere in the room immediately changed. The three Barebone children froze as if they had been cursed to stone. As their mother slowly step into the room Her eyes filled with hatred scanned the whole place. Seeing that the precious gift was damaged in the hands of the older girl,

Her expression became even more terrifying. But she chose to turn towards the young man first.

“That's what I said. Do you know that?” she asked threateningly. Her mouth trembled, trying to keep from accidentally snapping.

“I, I'm sorry, Mom,” the boy said in a low, difficult voice.

“I'm not...your mother,” she shot back immediately. The young man felt even more numb than before.

The girl relaxed her breath until her nostrils flared with emotion. She then turned towards the older girl.

“Chestity, for that matter you will definitely be punished. But I'll take care of Credence first. Put things there.

Go back to your room, Modesty, and don't come out until I've called you,” she commanded, which the Barebone sisters readily complied with. Before leaving, the younger girl also turned to look at the boy. His eyes were worried. But she couldn't do anything except stay in her room on her mother's orders.

When all the sisters had gone Mother turned towards him, who stood with her shoulders wrapped and her head bowed, trying not to tremble, but he couldn't hold back. Fear could almost be seen radiating from the boy's body. Upon being looked at, the boy knowingly moved his hand to his belt.

“Wait a minute...it doesn't end there. What must I do to make him remember this more?” Mother said coldly. She furrowed her brow when she couldn't clearly see the boy's expression because of the hair that fell in his face.

“I know what I'm going to do to you,” she said, reaching out to tangle in the black hair. The young boy was taken aback by the shock. It caused my hair to twitch a little. His mother tugged on his hair as he led him to her room. Unable to resist, the young man arched his body as he pulled forward.

“Sit down,” she ordered as she entered the room. The young boy slowly sat down on a round backless chair. He didn't know what he would do. He didn't want to guess. He could hear his mother walking and looking for things behind him. Every second only sent shivers up my spine. Until his mother came and ruffled his hair again. This made the young boy flinch with fear and shock.

Before he had time to prepare or come to terms with it, a loud snap sounded through the air. Then a strand of black hair was tossed out, letting it fall past his face. The young boy looked at it. feel pain Even though it wasn't physical harm like in the past. But this punishment Instead, it hurt him no less.

“Magic, wizards, witches, they are all evil. Are you still dreaming about it?” Mother gritted her teeth in anger as she heated his hair with passion. The boy's head tilted back and forth under the force of her hand.

“No…” The boy tried to deny in order to calm his mother down.

"lie! You really are worse than any of my siblings.” The girl pushed the young man's head hard. He couldn't take it anymore. His body began to tremble from the force of his sobs. Eyes welling up with tears His lips twisted, trying to hold back. But sometimes it comes off. Causing a soft sobbing sound to come out.

“Have you repented yet?” she continued, cutting her beautiful jet-black hair with emotion. Until the young man's hair was torn apart like a rat had gnawed on it. “Good, be conscious, be very conscious, and be aware of how evil they are. I didn't raise you like that. You mustn't be like that.”

Not much time has passed. But in the young man's feelings, it was not like an eternity. Mother had finished ruffling his hair to her satisfaction. But it doesn't end there. He still had to take off his belt. Then he stretched out his hand for her to strike his own hand. When the hit is finished He still had to clean up his own hair.

After that, he was chased out of the room. The young man dragged his feet, lethargic, and returned to his room.

The eyes of the people at the gathering place were fixed on him. It's like he's a freak.

The young boy tried not to meet anyone's eyes. But my heart always felt pain. Because he could feel the sensations he was looking at. It was my mother who had calmed down. It seemed like he saw something as well. So she ordered him to take care of his rat-shaped hair before going home after the rally.

Even though he wore a hat, it still wasn't covering up enough. The young man felt like he was being watched as well. And feeling invisible while traveling to the barber shop. It made him nervous. So he walked with his head bowed. Keep looking at the floor and your own feet. to the barber shop Even the technician's eyes made him uncomfortable.

When asked what he had done to me I didn't know what to answer. But luckily the barber was a quick-talker. He didn't wait for the young man's answer. And then take the lead yourself. Until the haircut is finished. The young man then rested his ears.

When returning to Barebone's house Even though his hair isn't messy anymore. But some feelings are still buried deep in my heart. The feeling was like being punished by nameless condemnation. He now felt more embarrassed and lacking confidence than ever before. The pain was piled on another layer, waiting to explode.