Arielle was the leader of King??!!

Arielle was the leader of King??!!
Kyler and Stephen arrived at Richard's lair under the cover of darkness..
They moved like shadows, silent and purposeful, slipping through the back alleys and behind crates stacked high with goods that hadn’t seen the light of day for far too long.
As they neared the entrance of Richard’s main room, the faint flicker of light seeped through the cracks of a heavy door, casting long shadows on the floor.
Kyler raised a hand to halt Stephen's advance.
Stephen’s brow furrowed, confusion etched across his face.
“Listen,” Kyler murmured, pressing his ear against the cold, hard surface of the wall.
The hushed murmur of voices reached him, but only one voice stood out, dripping with its usual arrogance.
“President King, what a lovely surprise. I didn’t expect you to be this beautiful,” Richard’s voice slithered through the air, his inflection condescending, mocking.
Kyler’s heart quickened… President King… ?
So, the infamous and legendary leader of King was here…
But what was his purpose?
Had he come to finish Richard, or was he here to protect him?
Richard continued, his tone turning dark, “But being beautiful and being courageous are two different things. You came here of your own will, but you will leave on mine.”
Kyler's mind raced as he processed the implications. Richard was not just holding court; he was preparing for violence.
The man was about to be executed.
This was a perfect opportunity..
Kyler could step in, kill Richard, and perhaps finally meet the legendary President King, the figure he had long admired and sought after.
With no more time to waste, Kyler gestured to Stephen, and without hesitation, they slipped through the window, the sounds of the outside world fading into a distant hum.
They landed inside the room, crouched low, eyes scanning the scene that unfolded before them.
The room was dimly lit, filled with ornate furniture and adorned with dark wood paneling that soaked up the shadows.
In the center of the room sat Richard, bound to a chair, his white shirt stained crimson, the blood dark against the fabric.
A glimmering dagger was poised at his throat, held by a figure who turned Kyler’s blood to ice.
Arielle...!!
Shock rippled through Kyler as he stood frozen in place, his mind racing.
‘What was she doing here?’
She should have been far from this madness, safe and sound, not embroiled in a deadly encounter with Richard.
Richard's laughter echoed in the confined space, a sound that was both sinister and triumphant. “My, my… look who’s here now. Shall I celebrate? The leader of Devil, Kyler Young, is here too.”
The realization crashed over Kyler like a tidal wave…
If what Richard meant was right.. then…
Arielle.. Arielle was the leader of King??!!
Arielle looked at him, her expression a cocktail of shock and something far more profound. Her gaze darted between him and Richard, the recognition dawning in her eyes.
Kyler…
Kyler was the leader of Devil..
No wonder ..
He had been from Devil City..
No wonder when they were saving kids from kidnapping, he paused entire activity of Devil City…
They had been entangled in each other's lives for too long, yet neither had known the other's true identity until now.
“Arielle,” Kyler breathed, the weight of her name heavy on his tongue, thick with emotion and confusion.
The moment hung in the air, suspended by the gravity of their revelation.
Kyler’s heart thudded painfully in his chest.
Arielle's eyes, usually filled with warmth and light, were now void, as though the very act of betrayal had drained the life from them. “Kyler,” she whispered, but the sound was almost a plea, a fragility that broke his heart. “What are you doing here?”
“What am I doing here?” Kyler’s voice sharpened, a mix of disbelief and urgency. “I should be asking you the same question! Why are you with him?”
Richard's laughter cut through their exchange, a grotesque mockery of their anguish. “Look at this little reunion! The fearless leader of the Devil and his little love interest. How sweet. But you both misunderstand. This is my show. You think you can just barge in here and take me out? Oh, how naive.”
Kyler's focus shifted to Richard, anger surging through him. “You’re done, Richard. Your reign of terror ends tonight.”
Richard's eyes sparkled with a cruel delight. “Oh? And you think you can take me down? The President of King will not let that happen.”
“Is that so?” Kyler stepped closer, drawing a gun from the holster hidden beneath his jacket. “Because it looks like your protector might be about to turn on you.”
Arielle’s eyes widened, the blade wavering for just a moment. “I am here to protect you..??”
“Don’t move!” Richard snapped, his bravado cracking under the pressure. “You don’t want to see what happens next, Kyler. You think I’m scared of you? I have more power than you can imagine. The President of King will not take this lightly!”