Junko was born in Tokyo to a politician from a long line of influential individuals. There have been several Prime Ministers, War Generals and more in her family tree. Needless to say, the Youji family has a legacy of influence in Japan. They have been compared to the Kennedy family in the United States.

Junko grew up without a mother. From what she understood, her mother left her father when she was too young to recall. Still, her father did his best to raise her. He never let work get in the way of spending time with her, and he always had people helping to look out for her. He did remarry when Junko was around four. His new wife was very kind to Junko growing up, and she eventually came to see her as her mother.

Despite being somewhat pampered by her father and mother, Junko was expected to uphold a certain standard. Her family was influential, even her new mother was involved in politics and had her own fair share of push. As such, Junko was registered for ballet and ice skating at a young age to seem productive and cultured. She also had special tutors to help her keep her grades up. Her schedule growing up was constantly busy, but she never seemed to mind.

Because of Junko's wealth and family, she often found herself as the center of attention at her school. She always had the latest fashion or technology, but she also rarely had time to hang out with friends after school due to her busy schedule. As such, while Junko seemed to be very much beloved in her classroom, her classmates never bothered speaking to her beyond idle chatter or asking about her phone or accessories.

Junko's home life was often somewhat lonely. Her father often locked himself away in his study and her mother was often out attending to her own work late into the evening. Her father was often so involved in his work that if Junko didn't get him, he'd miss dinner. One night,when she arrived home, an odd scent hung in the air. She didn't think anything of it and went to her room to study. However, when dinner time came and she went to go get her father as usual, she found the smell had become unbearable. When she opened the door to her father's study, she found the walls painted with red and her father slumped in the center of the room.

After her father's murder, her mother decided it would be best to move them out of the house. However, around the same time of her father's murder, her mother had been proposed for a high seat in the Japanese government that would require her moving to another city. Her mother made the decision to rent a home for Junko while she moved. After all, Junko had just lost her father, she didn't need to be pulled from her school either- or at least that was the logic her mother used. As such, Junko found herself alone.

During the process of moving from her old home to the apartment, Junko found herself returning to the home to pick things up she forgot. Sometimes it was a cup she liked or a book she forgot. During one such trip, she found herself standing in front of her father's study. Her entire body shook. Then, she heard a crashing sound- as if someone was in the study and had knocked the door over. Junko opened the door. When she did, she saw a figure in black just now opening a safe that had been hidden behind a picture. The figure darted when they saw Junko- as if they thought she was someone else. After they left, Junko noticed a black box in the opened safe as it creaked open. Taking in a deep breath, she rushed across the room with her eyes closed to grab the box before slamming the door behind her. When she looked in the box, there were a pair of Air Treks.

After her father's murder, Junko dropped her extra curricular activities. She just went home every day after school to stare at a wall. Now, she spent her afternoons staring at the black box. The Air Treks within looked... weird. She had seen ATs on tv before, but they never looked quite like that... The wheels were so weird... Why had these been in her father's room to begin with? This is what began Junko's interest in ATs and her journey into the world. Over the next few weeks, she studies the sport as much as possible- trying to understand why her father had them and why someone was trying to steal them. She even went out to buy her own pair- it didn't feel right to use the one's she found. It felt like they belonged to her father. They weren't her's to use.

Junko seemed to have inherited some talent with Air Treks. Or maybe it was her figure skating that prepared her for it? For the first couple of weeks, Junko skated around after dark, hoping to find any information from other riders she had seen after dark and read about online. However, whenever she found one, Junko found it difficult to speak to them and would run off. She had no idea how to speak to them. So, Junko continued to skate alone, trying to build up the courage to talk to the other riders.

Eventually, she began to realize something. Every time she rode- she felt a strange sensation. It was like when she rode for so long that her legs became sore and burned, the burning sensation mixed with the feeling of weightlessness became bliss. She didn't have to be the perfect daughter of influential people. She wasn't the grieving child of a murdered man. No, she was just Junko. It was a fleeting freedom, but she clung to it.

With her new found rush, Junko continued to ride, mostly alone due to her shyness. However, she continued to research Air Treks online and even found whispers of roads. The girl seems to have found her own road, the Flame road. Oddly enough, whenever she thinks of it, the thought of the skates she found in her father's study appear in her mind- as if burned into her memory.