Roland Surge grew up in a modest family in Arizona. His mother was a Geologist, and his father worked in construction. From a young age, Roland was fascinated by the mysteries hidden in the ground. He often explored riverbeds and abandoned fields, intrigued, wondering why they were abandoned or what treasure lay below. For him, every stone, pottery shard, or arrowhead was not just an object; it was a treasure from history that needed to be understood. Roland's passion set him apart. He lit up when he talked about ancient ruins, eager to share everything he learned with anyone willing to listen. He spent hours in the library, tracing maps and imagining himself in ancient temples. To Roland, history was alive and waiting for people who were excited to discover it. Unfortunately, not everyone supported his interests. Some of his peers called his hobbies childish for thinking he could strike it rich with hidden treasures, and others mocked him for preferring history over sports or parties. Even some teachers labeled his passion as impractical, telling him he wouldn’t be successful chasing “broken stones.” Despite this, Roland did not let their doubts stop him. The more he was challenged, the more determined he became to show that the past mattered. After earning a scholarship, he pursued a degree in archaeology with great enthusiasm. He was more than just a student; he was a storyteller, connecting the lives of those long gone. His professors saw that his curiosity was driven by a genuine desire to keep history's stories alive. 

During his college years, Roland Surge's passion for archaeology flourished. Roland eagerly participated in field studies and volunteered for challenging digs that many classmates avoided. He thrived on long days under the sun, brushing dirt off ancient fragments, feeling a connection to the past. While others complained, he found joy in the experience. Outside of class, Roland filled a notebook with sketches of ruins he dreamed of exploring, from Central America to the Middle East. He excitedly shared stories of lost cities and forgotten temples, believing that treasures lie in knowledge rather than wealth. Though professors teased him about his “romantic notions” of archaeology, they admired his passion and how he blended scholarly precision with a dreamer's heart. For Roland, being a treasure hunter meant uncovering truths, with every artifact representing a chance to connect with history. 

Near the end of his studies, he followed a trail of old reports and local legends to a remote, desolate stretch of land. Armed with only borrowed tools, a lantern, and his unshakable determination, he set out alone to dig. Beneath the sand and stone, he uncovered artifacts unlike anything he had ever studied. Before he could document his find, foundation came. Men dressed in military gear moved swiftly through the camp, confiscating the artifacts and erasing every trace of what he had unearthed. They said little, their silence more terrifying than any threat, but Roland knew instinctively this was no ordinary organization. Within hours, his dig site was gone, as though it had never existed. Officially, the discovery never happened. His professors acted as if they had never heard of his project, and the university records showed no sign of his work. Friends and colleagues turned distant without explanation. Isolated, dismissed, and stripped of credibility, Roland was left with nothing but the memory of what he had seen. As he had pressured further on the information he committed a hence act and accidentally shot a undercover foundation agent. it lead swiftly to his arrest, and with the foundations power he was placed into a orange body bag like suit and stripped of his memories.