Nagato

Just an excerpt from a book I self-published...I प्यार ऐनीमे and I would draw मांगा if I could but I'm good at लेखन not drawing. Tell me what आप think of the prologue to my book:

“He” has always existed.

Or at least that’s what the stories say. I’ve never found “him” in all my childhood years. I’m not so sure if I believe in “him” anymore.
In a small house near the edge of a wood, looking out into a grassy plain, lives a humble family; me, my sister, and my brother, both of which are younger than me. We have never been close, not because we don’t get along, but because...