Twenty Nine

As Eallric knocked on the iron gate that had a couple of black, gleaming tridents separated from each other by few inches at its top - to forestall petty burglars that might want to climb over the gate and into the institute's vicinity, the husky gate let out a soft cry like a hawk's chirrup from afar, and opened a little, giving way for Eallric to go in whilst slightly revealing a polished ground that had a dull white hue and about fifty metres from it, one of the two buildings of the Calgibrie Forensic Pathology Institute.

Eallric cautiously stepped through the gates and into its vicinity. It was empty - at least, from the outside. 

The two buildings which were about the same size, both with a creamy hue - elegantly modelled, thoroughly ornamented and about three storeys each with cloud-blue spiky decors cutting up their edge from up to down, stood side by side from the other like two celebrities that had worked their way to stardom, meeting each other