For Iris

The beach is made of soft white sand, threaded with seaweed drying out in the hot sun. Cain often chooses places that are secluded but not here. His hut is just one of a dozen stuck up above the shoreline on stilts; it takes a ladder (or some very creative ninja tricks) to get up to it.

It's easy to spot his, despite his habit of trying to blend in. His is the only one with a ramp, and his is the only one with a million boar tracks circling the sand outside.