Run: 2026-02-17-01KHMQE6P40FWRA3F4C05J0FE7

Run Details

Duration:
14.7s
Cost:
$0.003166

Model input

System
You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue. You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex. Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.
User/Human
<codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </codex> Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters and setting. Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

AI
The rain sliced down in cold sheets, turning London's cobblestone streets into a treacherous mirror. Detective Harlow Quinn's boots slapped against the wet pavement, her breath coming in sharp clouds as she tracked her suspect through the labyrinthine alleyways of Soho. Tomás Herrera was running hard, his olive skin gleaming under the streetlamps. The Saint Christopher medallion bounced against his chest, a metallic rhythm beneath his ragged breathing. He darted left, cutting between a pair of rusted delivery vans, hoping to lose the detective in the maze of narrow streets. Quinn wasn't losing him. Not tonight. Her salt-and-pepper hair was plastered to her forehead, rain dripping from her sharp jaw. Eighteen years on the force had honed her instincts to a razor's edge. Something about Tomás—about the entire clique he ran with—felt wrong. Felt dangerous. Three years after losing her partner DS Morris under circumstances she still couldn't explain, Quinn had learned to trust her gut. And right now, her gut was screaming that Tomás was connected to something bigger. Something darker. He scrambled down a set of metal stairs leading underground, the kind of access point most people would walk past without a second glance. Quinn was right behind him, her worn leather watch catching a glint of streetlight as she descended. The stairs spiraled down, away from the rain-slicked streets, into a network of tunnels that seemed to breathe with an ancient, musty air. Tomás was moving with purpose now, no longer running scared but navigating with a familiarity that suggested he knew exactly where he was going. At the bottom of the stairs, a distinctive green neon sign flickered—barely visible, a ghost of illumination. The Veil Market. Quinn had heard whispers about this place, rumors that danced at the edges of conventional reality. An underground market where things were bought and sold that had no place in the world she understood. Tomás pulled a small bone token from his pocket—some kind of entry pass—and slipped through a hidden doorway. Quinn hesitated. Following him meant stepping into unknown territory. Meant risking everything she knew about police procedure and rational investigation. But something told her that whatever was happening here was connected to Morris's unexplained disappearance. Connected to the supernatural edges of reality she'd glimpsed but never fully comprehended. Her hand touched the holster at her hip. Protocol said wait for backup. Protocol said assess the situation. Protocol had never solved the mystery of her partner's vanishing. Quinn took a breath, tasted damp stone and something else—something metallic and strange. Then she followed Tomás into the darkness.

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.0000% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags0
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
100.0000% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism adverbs (57 tracked)
wordCount437
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.0000% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.0000% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
8.4668% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <1% AI-ism words (140 tracked)
wordCount437
totalAiIsms4
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"gleaming"
count1
2
word"glint"
count1
3
word"navigating"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"gleaming"
2"glint"
3"navigating"
100.0000% Cliche density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.0000% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences34
matches(empty)
100.0000% Filter word density
Target: ≤12% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount1
narrationSentences34
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
100.0000% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤10% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences34
matches
0"screaming that Tomás"
83.9330% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs13
mean32.92
std14.61
cv0.444
sampleLengths
041
149
26
339
437
541
647
754
838
928
1018
1110
1220
54.9020% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤5% passive sentences
passiveCount4
totalSentences34
matches
0"was plastered"
1"was connected"
2"were bought"
3"was connected"
100.0000% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤10% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount5
totalVerbs65
matches
0"was running"
1"wasn't losing"
2"was screaming"
3"was going"
4"was happening"
100.0000% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount437
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount9
adverbRatio0.020594965675057208
lyAdverbCount3
lyAdverbRatio0.006864988558352402
100.0000% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences34
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.0000% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences34
mean12.59
std7
cv0.556
sampleLengths
015
126
212
315
422
54
62
714
813
910
102
1121
1214
132
1424
1517
1623
1724
1817
193
2016
2118
2218
232
247
2511
2615
2713
288
295
305
3110
3213
337
92.1569% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.5882352941176471
totalSentences34
uniqueOpeners20
100.0000% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤30% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
fancyCount0
fancyTags(empty)
90.5564%