More Games was a three-floor building that looked like a mural painted with wallpapers with windows and doors sticking out it. Most customers loved the layout in its originality and asked the clerks who designed it. The Lurker and the Creeper shrugged and answered every time, they didn’t know, they just worked there. The ground level was themed in pastels: comfortable couches and coffee tables before the stands with games. They were simple games: chess, Pictionary, dices of all size, cards and children’s games of every selection.
Next to the staircases stood the counter carved on wood and adorned with plastic action figures of a muscled swordsman and a skinny, staff-wielding wizard. Behind it, the Lurker sat on a high seat. The wolf had the appearance of burly dark-skinned man of about late twenties. He paused on his match of solitaire when Dexter appeared through the door. There was something in this man he did not like. His nostrils flared behind the lifted card and relaxed when he threw it down.
“Welcome to More Games,” he greeted in what was caught between a growl and an attempt to put a plastic smile full of white teeth. He had vibe of an underpaid employee working extra hours. “How can I help you?”