[ His companion is a slender white-haired young man with an unassuming demeanor, one that contrasts against the bright red slash through the left side of his face that stems from what seems to be a star on his brow. Wearing a long black and red coat that's vaguely Victorian nature and appears somewhat like a uniform, though there are no discerning markings save for a simple cross with rounded edges in a few places. He approaches only seconds behind Buroto from another direction, jogging up while looking a little alarmed, and similar to him he tries to leap forward to snag the escaping figure's wrist, though his cry is in the much more familiar address of, "Wait! Mr. Kosh!"

The sudden quiet as he flees and leaves the two is oppressively loud, and Allen stares for a moment before slowly turning to look at Boruto as he realizes he's asked him something. It takes him a moment to respond, like there's a slow horror that's dawning on him.

You're the only person who is here. ]

This is the orphanage that he runs... or it should be. [ Where are the children if it's an orphanage is the obvious question, and what makes the Pthumerian's plea all the more concerning.

But where is anyone. ]

And I don't know. None of this is right... [ He bites the inside of his lip lightly for a moment, before his focus shifts more to Boruto himself. His expression flickers then, noting his stature and likely age, and becomes sympathetic. He shifts to face him directly in a gentle but solemn manner. ]

I'm sorry... but I think you've come at a very bad time.