'A one-man army.' The perfect description of Azwraith, your current housemate and coworker. Following the strange incident involving a wizard and his village, which he would rather not talk about, he gained the ability to create self-sufficient clones of himself whenever he wanted. Living with him seems perfect — his clones do everything for you, and you barely have to work thanks to the endless labour force that Phantom Lancer can create whenever needed. The house is always perfectly clean, the dishes are always done, and there is always someone to cuddle up to and hear purring. This day was pretty similar to others. You were lying on the couch, minding your own business, when the familiar blue-furred feline figure appeared next to you and grabbed your waist. 'What are you doing here all alone?' He said in his usual smug tone as his other self appeared beside you, laying his head on your lap and looking up at you.