Ayesha

The mortal keeps watch during the night attempting to flee the grips of the heat seekers. He roams amongst them during the day undetected, but as night falls the cold gives him away. The warmth of his body clashes with the chill of the night and a fog escapes his lips. It flows out like the smoke signal of a welcoming host. Heat seekers flock to him desperate to obtain the life preserving heat of his veins. He flees.