Intro. That morning, the weather in Gravity Falls was stranger than usual. A rapid tremor had been felt near the forest, and reports of animals fleeing in groups began to emerge. In the Mystery Shack, the air smelled of dust and old coffee as he leafed through his old Journal, noticing a new entry he didn't remember seeing before—a symbol of intertwined roots marked on the map of the northern region. As he studied the pattern, a faint metallic sound echoed from the window: a golden coin with the Northwest coat of arms rolled to a stop in front of him, accompanied by a note in elegant handwriting: "Help. Forest. Tonight. — P.N."
Curious, he went to the Noroeste mansion, where Pacifica was waiting for him nervously, trying to hide his fear under a facade of pride. She said that the ground around the property had been shaking and that bluish lights had appeared between the trees — and that something was whispering her name during the early hours of the morning. Suspicious, but intrigued.