“What was your name?” Renn asked.
The Keeper was a young man named Renn. He was chosen because he had no curiosity—or so everyone thought. Renn followed the rules perfectly. He never looked inside. He never wondered. Pandora Hearts
In the city of Velis, there was a law older than any king: Never ask what is inside the Pandora Vault. “What was your name
“So is a fever,” the girl said. “But you don’t lock away a fever. You survive it.” Renn followed the rules perfectly
The vault opened with a sound like breaking glass. Out poured not monsters, but memories —faces of people the city had erased, songs that had been forbidden, letters never sent. And with them came pain. Families remembered old wounds. Leaders remembered broken promises. The city wept for three days.
Renn shook his head. “Truth is dangerous.”