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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
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Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <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> <proseGuidelines> <styleGuide> - Write in past tense and use British English spelling and grammar - Keep a Flesch reading ease score of 60 - Respect the the Royal Order of Adjectives: The order is: opinion, size, age, shape, color, origin, material, purpose, followed by the noun itself (e.g., "a lovely little old rectangular green French silver whittling knife") - Respect the ablaut reduplication rule (e.g. tick-tock, flip-flop) - Write in active voice - Passive voice: <bad>The book was read by Sarah.</bad> - Active voice: <good>Sarah read the book.</good> - Reduce the use of passive verbs - <bad>For a moment, I was tempted to throw in the towel.</bad> - <good>For a moment, I felt tempted to throw in the towel.</good> - Avoid misplaced modifiers that can cause confusion when starting with "-ing" words: - <bad>Considering going to the store, the empty fridge reflected in Betty's eyes.</bad> - <good>Betty stared into the empty fridge. It was time to go to the store.</good> - Avoid redundant adverbs that state the obvious meaning already contained in the verb: - <bad>She whispered quietly to her mom.</bad> - <good>She whispered to her mom.</good> - Use stronger, more descriptive verbs over weak ones: - <bad>Daniel drove quickly to his mother's house.</bad> - <good>Daniel raced to his mother's house.</good> - Omit adverbs that don't add solid meaning like "extremely", "definitely", "truly", "very", "really": - <bad>The movie was extremely boring.</bad> - <good>The movie was dull.</good> - Use adverbs to replace clunky phrasing when they increase clarity: - <bad>He threw the bags into the corner in a rough manner.</bad> - <good>He threw the bags into the corner roughly.</good> - Avoid making simple thoughts needlessly complex: - <bad>After I woke up in the morning the other day, I went downstairs, turned on the stove, and made myself a very good omelet.</bad> - <good>I cooked a delicious omelet for breakfast yesterday morning.</good> - Never backload sentences by putting the main idea at the end: - <bad>I decided not to wear too many layers because it's really hot outside.</bad> - <good>It's sweltering outside today, so I dressed light.</good> - Omit nonessential details that don't contribute to the core meaning: - <bad>It doesn't matter what kind of coffee I buy, where it's from, or if it's organic or not—I need to have cream because I really don't like how the bitterness makes me feel.</bad> - <good>I add cream to my coffee because the bitter taste makes me feel unwell.</good> - Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle. For instance: - Telling: <bad>Michael was terribly afraid of the dark.</bad> - Showing: <good>Michael tensed as his mother switched off the light and left the room.</good>- Telling: <bad>I walked through the forest. It was already Fall, and I was getting cold.</bad> - Showing: <good>Dry orange leaves crunched under my feet. I pulled my coat's collar up and rubbed my hands together.</good>- Add sensory details (sight, smell, taste, sound, touch) to support the "showing" (but keep an active voice) - <bad>The room was filled with the scent of copper.</bad> - <good>Copper stung my nostrils. Blood. Recent.</good> - Use descriptive language more sporadically. While vivid descriptions are engaging, human writers often use them in bursts rather than consistently throughout a piece. When adding them, make them count! Like when we transition from one location to the next, or someone is reminiscing their past, or explaining a concept/their dream... - Avoid adverbs and clichés and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions. - Avoid writing all sentences in the typical subject, verb, object structure. Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety. Like so: <good>Locked. Seems like someone doesn't want his secrets exposed. I can work with that.</good> - Convey events and story through dialogue. It is important to keep a unique voice for every character and make it consistent. - Write dialogue that reveals characters' personalities, motivations, emotions, and attitudes in an interesting and compelling manner - Leave dialogue unattributed. If needed, only use "he/she said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech. Dialogue always is standalone, never part of a paragraph. Like so: - <bad>"I don't know," Helena said nonchalantly, shrugging her shoulders</bad> - <good>"No idea" "Why not? It was your responsibility"</good> - Avoid boring and mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or include unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself. Avoid conversations that are just "Let's go" "yes, let's" or "Are you ready?" "Yes I'm ready". Those are not interesting. Think hard about every situtation and word of text before writing dialogue. If it doesn't serve a purpose and it's just people talking about their day, leave it. No one wants to have a normal dinner scene, something needs to happen for it to be in the story. Words are expensive to print, so make sure they count! - Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action. - Use body language to reveal hidden feelings and implied accusations- Imply feelings and thoughts, never state them directly - NEVER use indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe" - NEVER use em-dashes, use commas for asides instead </styleGuide> <voiceGuide> Each character in the story needs to have distinct speech patterns: - Word choice preferences - Sentence length tendencies - Cultural/educational influences - Verbal tics and catchphrases Learn how each person talks and continue in their style, and use their Codex entries as reference. <examples> - <bad>"We need to go now." "Yes, we should leave." "I agree."</bad> <good>"Time's up." "Indeed, our departure is rather overdue." "Whatever, let's bounce."</good> - Power Dynamic Example: <bad> "We need to discuss the contract." "Yes, let's talk about it." "I have concerns." </bad> <good> "A word about the contract." "Of course, Mr. Blackwood. Whatever you need." "The terms seem..." A manicured nail tapped the desk. "Inadequate." "I can explain every-" "Can you?" </good> </examples> </voiceGuide> <dialogueFlow> When writing dialogue, consider that it usually has a goal in mind, which gives it a certain flow. Make dialogue sections also quite snappy in the back and forth, and don't spread the lines out as much. It's good to have details before, after, or as a chunk in-between, but we don't want to have a trail of "dialogue breadcrumbs" spread throughout a conversation. <examples> - Pattern 1 - Question/Deflection/Revelation: <good> "Where were you last night?" "Work. The usual." "Lipstick's an interesting shade for spreadsheets." </good> - Pattern 2 - Statement/Contradiction/Escalation: <good> "Your brother's clean." "Tommy doesn't touch drugs." "I'm holding his tox screen." </good> - Pattern 3 - Observation/Denial/Truth: <good> "That's a new watch." "Birthday gift." "We both know what birthdays mean in this business." </good> - Example - A Simple Coffee Order: <bad> "I'll have a coffee." "What size?" "Large, please." </bad> <good> "Black coffee.""Size?""Large. Been a long night." "That bodega shooting?" "You watch too much news." "My brother owns that store." </good> This short exchange: - Advances plot (reveals connection to crime) - Shows character (cop working late) - Creates tension (unexpected connection) - Sets up future conflict (personal stake) - Example - Dinner Scene: <bad> "Pass the salt." "Here you go." "Thanks." </bad> <good> "Salt?" "Perfect as is. Mother's recipe." "Mother always did prefer... bland things." "Unlike your first wife?" </good> - Example - Office Small Talk: <bad> "Nice weather today." "Yes, very nice." "Good for golf." </bad> <good> "Perfect golf weather." "Shame about your membership." "Temporary suspension. Board meets next week." "I know. I called the vote." </good> </examples> </dialogueFlow> <subtextGuide> - Layer dialogue with hidden meaning: <bad>"I hate you!" she yelled angrily.</bad> <good>"I made your favorite dinner." The burnt pot sat accusingly on the stove.</good> - Create tension through indirect communication: <bad>"Are you cheating on me?"</bad> <good>"Late meeting again?" The lipstick stain on his collar caught the light.</good> <examples> - Example 1 - Unspoken Betrayal: <bad> "Did you tell them about our plans?" "No, I would never betray you." "I don't believe you." </bad> <good> "Funny. Johnson mentioned our expansion plans today." "The market's full of rumors." "Mentioned the exact numbers, actually." The pen in his hand snapped. </good> - Example 2 - Failed Marriage: <bad> "You're never home anymore." "I have to work late." "I miss you." </bad> <good> "Your dinner's in the microwave. Again." "Meetings ran long." "They always do." She folded the same shirt for the third time. </good> - Example 3 - Power Struggle: <bad> "You can't fire me." "I'm the boss." "I'll fight this." </bad> <good> "That's my father's nameplate you're sitting behind." "Was." "The board meeting's on Thursday." </good> </examples> </subtextGuide> <sceneDetail> While writing dialogue makes things more fun, sometimes we need to add detail to not have it be a full on theatre piece. <examples> - Example A (Power Dynamic Scene) <good> "Where's my money?" The ledger snapped shut. "I need more time." "Interesting." He pulled out a familiar gold pocket watch. My mother's. "Time is exactly what you bargained with last month." "That was different-" "Was it?" The watch dangled between us. "Four generations of O'Reillys have wound this every night. Your mother. Your grandmother. Your great-grandmother.Shall we see who winds it next?" </good> - Example B (Action Chase) It's much better to be in the head of the character experiencing it, showing a bit of their though-process, mannerisms and personality: <good> Three rules for surviving a goblin chase in Covent Garden: Don't run straight. Don't look back. Don't let them herd you underground. I broke the first rule at Drury Lane. Rookie mistake. The fruit cart I dodged sailed into the wall behind me. Glass shattered. Someone screamed about insurance. *Tourist season's getting rough*, the scream seemed to say. Londoners adapt fast. "Oi! Market's closed!" The goblin's accent was pure East End. They're evolving. Learning. I spotted the Warren Street tube station sign ahead. *Shit.* There went rule three. </good> - Example C (Crime Scene Investigation) <good> "Greek." Davies snapped photos of the symbols. "No, wait. Reverse Greek." "Someone's been watching too many horror films." I picked up a receipt from the floor. Occult supply shop in Camden. Paid by credit card. *Amateur hour*. "Could be dangerous though," Davies said. "Remember Bristol?" "Bristol was Sanskrit. And actual cultists." I pointed to the nearest symbol. "This genius wrote 'darkness' backwards but used a Sigma instead of an S. It's summoning Instagram followers at best." "Speaking of followers..." Davies pointed to heavy foot traffic in the dust. Multiple sets. All new trainers. *Ah.* "Anyone check local uni paranormal societies?" </good> - Example D (Dialogue-heavy) <good> "Found your card in her wallet." The detective slid it across the table. Worn edges. Folded corner. Three years old at least. "Standard practice. I work missing persons." "Funny thing about missing persons.Eventually they stop being missing. Turn up in the Thames. Under motorways. In pieces." "I don't-" "You found four last year. All breathing." She opened a file. "This would've been your first dead one. If we hadn't found her first." The card felt heavier somehow. </good> </examples> </sceneDetail> <sceneOpenings> KEY RULE: Never open with more than one paragraph of description, no matter how beautiful. Description should be earned through action and dialogue. Instead of opening with setting description, open with: - A character doing something specific - A line of dialogue that raises questions - An unexpected observation - A moment of tension or conflict - Start with a hook that's 1-2 sentences maximum - Follow with a smaller paragraph that provides immediate context - Vary paragraph size from the start to create visual interest </sceneOpenings> </proseGuidelines> Write a chapter based on the following instructions: <instructions> 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. </instructions>

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The neon sign of *The Raven’s Nest* flickered like a dying ember, casting jagged shadows across the slick pavement. Quinn’s breath fogged in the cold air as she sprinted, her boots slapping against the damp tiles, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her coat. The suspect—someone she couldn’t quite place—had vanished into the labyrinth of Soho, leaving only the sound of her own footsteps echoing against the rain-slicked walls. Her fingers tightened around the worn leather watch on her wrist, the pulse of the second hand a steady, relentless drumbeat. She didn’t know why she was here. Just that she had to be. The suspect had led her into a back alley, then into the dim glow of a doorway, where the air smelled of ozone and something older—something *wrong*. Quinn had followed, her pulse hammering in her throat, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. The suspect had disappeared into the shadows, but the scent of the place lingered: damp stone, the metallic tang of blood, and something else—something that made her stomach twist. She didn’t know what she was chasing. Only that it was dangerous. The suspect had taken a left, disappearing into a narrow passage between buildings, the rain pattering against Quinn’s back like a warning. She followed, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the weight of her gun pressing into her side. The alley narrowed, the air thick with the scent of rust and something darker—something that made her skin prickle. Then she saw it. A flicker of movement in the dark. A figure standing at the end of the passage, their back to her, their silhouette sharp against the dim glow of a streetlamp. Quinn hesitated, her pulse roaring in her ears, the weight of her gun pressing into her hip. She didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She stepped forward, the rain soaking her coat, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The figure turned, their face obscured by the darkness, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her gun pressing into her side, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The figure raised a hand, their fingers brushing against something in their palm, the sound of a lock turning faint in the dark. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the alley, the bullet striking the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground. The figure didn’t move. Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The figure was alive, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She reached out, her fingers brushing against the figure’s wrist, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The figure’s pulse was strong, their skin warm. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She pulled the figure to her feet, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The figure stumbled, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She pushed them forward, the rain soaking her coat, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The figure stumbled, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. The passage opened into a larger space, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something older—something that made her stomach twist. The figure stumbled forward, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She pushed them forward, the rain soaking her coat, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The passage opened into a dimly lit room, the walls covered in old maps and black-and-white photographs. The figure stumbled forward, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She pushed them forward, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The figure stumbled, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her gun pressing into her hip, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. A door creaked open behind them, the scent of damp stone and something older filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She turned, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The figure stumbled forward, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She pushed them forward, the rain-soaked air thick with the scent of damp earth and old paper. The figure stumbled, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The figure stumbled forward, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She turned, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. The figure was gone. Quinn’s pulse roared in her ears, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. She didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She stepped forward, the rain soaking her coat, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. A figure stood in the doorway, their back to her, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her gun pressing into her hip. The figure turned, their face obscured by the darkness, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The figure crumpled to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The figure was alive, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Tomás Herrera’s voice cut through the darkness, his words sharp with urgency. *"You’re not supposed to be here."* Quinn didn’t look away. The figure on the ground was Tomás, his face pale, his eyes wide, his body trembling. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. *"What the hell are you doing here?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s. *"They’re not who they say they are,"* Tomás gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts. *"They’re not human."* Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of rust filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Who are they?"* Quinn asked, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s. *"The clique,"* Tomás whispered, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. *"They’re not what they seem."* Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of damp earth filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Show me,"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s. Tomás hesitated, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck Tomás’s shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. Tomás was alive, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. *"You’re not supposed to be here,"* Quinn muttered, her gaze locked onto the figure on the ground. The scent of damp stone filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She reached out, her fingers brushing against Tomás’s wrist, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. *"Who are you?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s. Tomás’s eyes met hers, his breath coming in ragged bursts. *"The Raven’s Nest."* Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of damp earth filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Show me,"* Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s. Tomás hesitated, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck Tomás’s chest, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. Tomás was dead, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. The scent of damp stone filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. She turned, her gaze locked onto the figure standing in the doorway, their back to her, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. The figure turned, their face obscured by the darkness, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. *"You’re not supposed to be here,"* Quinn muttered, her gaze locked onto the figure. The figure reached into their coat, their fingers brushing against something in their pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The figure crumpled to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. She didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. The figure on the ground was Silas, the owner of *The Raven’s Nest*, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. *"Who are you?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Silas’s. Silas’s eyes met hers, his breath coming in ragged bursts. *"The clique."* Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of rust filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Show me,"* Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Silas’s. Silas hesitated, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck Silas’s temple, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. Silas was dead, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain. Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. The scent of damp stone filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. She turned, her gaze locked onto the hidden back room, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The door creaked open behind her, the scent of rust and something darker filling the room. *"You shouldn’t have come here,"* a voice whispered from the shadows. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure in the shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. The figure was alive, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. *"Who are you?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure. *"The clique,"* the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts. Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of rust filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Show me,"* Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure. The figure hesitated, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Then they reached into their coat, their fingers brushing against something in their pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure’s chest, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. The scent of damp earth filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. The hidden back room door opened, the scent of damp stone and something older filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She turned, her gaze locked onto the figure standing in the doorway, their back to her, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light. *"You’re not supposed to be here,"* Quinn muttered, her gaze locked onto the figure. The figure turned, their face obscured by the darkness, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. *"The Veil Market,"* the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts. *"They’re not who they say they are."* Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of rust filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Who are they?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure. *"The clique,"* the figure whispered, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. The figure was dead, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. The scent of damp stone filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. She turned, her gaze locked onto the hidden back room door, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin. The door creaked open, the scent of rust and something darker filling the room. *"You shouldn’t have come here,"* a voice whispered from the shadows. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure in the chest, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. The figure was dead, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. The door behind her creaked open, the scent of damp stone and something older filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She turned, her gaze fixed on the hidden back room, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. Silas’s voice echoed from the shadows, his words low and urgent. *"You’re not supposed to be here."* Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the wall behind her, the scent of rust and something darker filling the room. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. She turned, her gaze fixed on the hidden back room door, the scent of damp stone filling the room. *"Show me,"* Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure standing in the doorway. The figure hesitated, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. *"The Veil Market,"* the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts. Quinn’s fingers tightened around the handle of her gun, her breath coming in sharp bursts. The scent of rust filled her nostrils, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. *"Who are they?"* Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure. *"The clique,"* the figure whispered, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The figure crumpled to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. She didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. The door behind her swung open, the scent of damp stone and something older filling the room. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She turned, her gaze fixed on the hidden back room, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. A figure stepped into the light, their eyes glowing faintly, their face twisted in pain. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure’s chest, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils. Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. *"You shouldn’t have come here,"* a voice whispered from the shadows. The figure on the ground was gone. Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils. The scent of damp stone filled the room, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip. She turned, her gaze locked onto the hidden back room door, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin. The door creaked open, the scent of rust and something darker filling the room. *"Lock it,"* Quinn muttered, her gaze fixed on the figure standing in the doorway, their eyes glowing faintly. The figure hesitated, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain. *"The Veil Market,"* the figure whispered. Quinn didn’t hesitate. She fired. The bullet struck the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground. Quinn didn’t know what she was doing here. Only that she had to be sure. She didn’t know what was happening. Only that she was running out of time.
total_cost0.00033544000000000005

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags27
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences34
tagDensity0.794
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount3237
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
47.48% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount3237
totalAiIsms34
found
0
word"flickered"
count1
1
word"footsteps"
count1
2
word"echoing"
count2
3
word"pulse"
count5
4
word"weight"
count20
5
word"stomach"
count2
6
word"flicker"
count1
7
word"roaring"
count1
8
word"echoed"
count1
highlights
0"flickered"
1"footsteps"
2"echoing"
3"pulse"
4"weight"
5"stomach"
6"flicker"
7"roaring"
8"echoed"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells1
narrationSentences252
matches
0"p with urgency"
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences252
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences259
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen30
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans37
markdownWords133
totalWords3227
ratio0.041
matches
0"The Raven’s Nest"
1"wrong"
2"\"You’re not supposed to be here.\""
3"\"What the hell are you doing here?\""
4"\"They’re not who they say they are,\""
5"\"They’re not human.\""
6"\"Who are they?\""
7"\"The clique,\""
8"\"They’re not what they seem.\""
9"\"Show me,\""
10"\"You’re not supposed to be here,\""
11"\"Who are you?\""
12"\"The Raven’s Nest.\""
13"\"Show me,\""
14"\"You’re not supposed to be here,\""
15"The Raven’s Nest"
16"\"Who are you?\""
17"\"The clique.\""
18"\"Show me,\""
19"\"You shouldn’t have come here,\""
20"\"Who are you?\""
21"\"The clique,\""
22"\"Show me,\""
23"\"You’re not supposed to be here,\""
24"\"The Veil Market,\""
25"\"They’re not who they say they are.\""
26"\"Who are they?\""
27"\"The clique,\""
28"\"You shouldn’t have come here,\""
29"\"You’re not supposed to be here.\""
30"\"Show me,\""
31"\"The Veil Market,\""
32"\"Who are they?\""
33"\"The clique,\""
34"\"You shouldn’t have come here,\""
35"\"Lock it,\""
36"\"The Veil Market,\""
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions18
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
21.01% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions109
wordCount3101
uniqueNames6
maxNameDensity2.58
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity4
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Raven2
Soho1
Quinn80
Herrera1
Tomás17
Silas8
persons
0"Raven"
1"Quinn"
2"Herrera"
3"Tomás"
4"Silas"
places
0"Soho"
globalScore0.21
windowScore0.333
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences212
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"quite place—had vanished into the labyrinth of Soho, leaving only the sound of her own footsteps echoing against the rain-slicked walls"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount3227
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences259
matches(empty)
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs130
mean24.82
std15.85
cv0.638
sampleLengths
094
113
275
312
458
54
662
762
849
94
1045
1145
1243
1347
1458
1544
1652
1738
1827
1943
2027
2118
224
2333
2418
2533
2617
273
282
2931
3032
3118
3241
3317
3418
3532
3613
3717
3833
3912
4032
415
4236
4331
4417
4537
4613
4713
4833
4912
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences252
matches
0"was gone"
1"was gone"
0.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount23
totalVerbs538
matches
0"was chasing"
1"was doing"
2"was doing"
3"was doing"
4"was doing"
5"was doing"
6"was doing"
7"was doing"
8"was doing"
9"was doing"
10"was doing"
11"was doing"
12"was doing"
13"was doing"
14"was doing"
15"was doing"
16"was doing"
17"was doing"
18"was doing"
19"was doing"
20"was doing"
21"was happening"
22"was running"
87.70% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences5
totalSentences259
ratio0.019
matches
0"The suspect—someone she couldn’t quite place—had vanished into the labyrinth of Soho, leaving only the sound of her own footsteps echoing against the rain-slicked walls."
1"The suspect had led her into a back alley, then into the dim glow of a doorway, where the air smelled of ozone and something older—something *wrong*."
2"The suspect had disappeared into the shadows, but the scent of the place lingered: damp stone, the metallic tang of blood, and something else—something that made her stomach twist."
3"The alley narrowed, the air thick with the scent of rust and something darker—something that made her skin prickle."
4"The passage opened into a larger space, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something older—something that made her stomach twist."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount3111
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount60
adverbRatio0.019286403085824494
lyAdverbCount30
lyAdverbRatio0.009643201542912247
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences259
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences259
mean12.46
std6.53
cv0.524
sampleLengths
019
129
225
321
47
56
627
719
829
97
105
1122
1217
1319
144
157
1623
1717
188
197
2020
2117
2225
2323
243
2523
264
2718
2812
298
307
3122
328
338
347
3517
3611
378
387
3921
4011
418
427
4324
4412
453
4619
4717
4812
498
46.53% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.06177606177606178
totalSentences259
uniqueOpeners16
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount28
totalSentences239
matches
0"Just that she had to"
1"Only that it was dangerous."
2"Then she saw it."
3"Only that she had to"
4"Only that she had to"
5"Only that she had to"
6"Only that she had to"
7"Only that she had to"
8"Only that she had to"
9"Only that she had to"
10"Only that she had to"
11"Only that she had to"
12"Only that she had to"
13"Then he reached into his"
14"Only that she had to"
15"Then he reached into his"
16"Only that she had to"
17"Only that she had to"
18"Then he reached into his"
19"Only that she had to"
ratio0.117
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount38
totalSentences239
matches
0"Her fingers tightened around the"
1"She didn’t know why she"
2"She didn’t know what she"
3"She followed, her breath coming"
4"She didn’t know what she"
5"She stepped forward, the rain"
6"She fired, the sound of"
7"She reached out, her fingers"
8"She pulled the figure to"
9"She pushed them forward, the"
10"She pushed them forward, the"
11"She pushed them forward, the"
12"She turned, her breath coming"
13"She pushed them forward, the"
14"She turned, her breath coming"
15"She didn’t know what she"
16"She stepped forward, the rain"
17"She knelt, her breath coming"
18"She reached out, her fingers"
19"She knelt, her breath coming"
ratio0.159
18.58% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount211
totalSentences239
matches
0"The neon sign of *The"
1"Quinn’s breath fogged in the"
2"The suspect—someone she couldn’t quite"
3"Her fingers tightened around the"
4"She didn’t know why she"
5"The suspect had led her"
6"Quinn had followed, her pulse"
7"The suspect had disappeared into"
8"She didn’t know what she"
9"The suspect had taken a"
10"She followed, her breath coming"
11"The alley narrowed, the air"
12"A flicker of movement in"
13"A figure standing at the"
14"Quinn hesitated, her pulse roaring"
15"She didn’t know what she"
16"She stepped forward, the rain"
17"The figure turned, their face"
18"Quinn’s breath caught in her"
19"The figure raised a hand,"
ratio0.883
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences239
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences138
technicalSentenceCount45
matches
0"Quinn’s breath fogged in the cold air as she sprinted, her boots slapping against the damp tiles, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her coat."
1"Quinn had followed, her pulse hammering in her throat, the weight of her service revolver pressing into her hip."
2"The suspect had disappeared into the shadows, but the scent of the place lingered: damp stone, the metallic tang of blood, and something else—something that mad…"
3"She followed, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the weight of her gun pressing into her side."
4"The alley narrowed, the air thick with the scent of rust and something darker—something that made her skin prickle."
5"Quinn hesitated, her pulse roaring in her ears, the weight of her gun pressing into her hip."
6"Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her gun pressing into her side, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
7"The figure raised a hand, their fingers brushing against something in their palm, the sound of a lock turning faint in the dark."
8"She fired, the sound of the shot echoing through the alley, the bullet striking the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground."
9"Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
10"She reached out, her fingers brushing against the figure’s wrist, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin."
11"The passage opened into a larger space, the air thick with the scent of damp stone and something older—something that made her stomach twist."
12"Quinn’s breath caught in her throat, the weight of her gun pressing into her hip, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
13"She turned, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
14"She turned, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
15"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin."
16"She reached out, her fingers brushing against his wrist, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
17"Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room."
18"The bullet struck Tomás’s shoulder, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
19"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth and old paper clinging to her skin."
20"She reached out, her fingers brushing against Tomás’s wrist, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
21"Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room."
22"The bullet struck Tomás’s chest, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
23"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
24"Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
25"She turned, her gaze locked onto the figure standing in the doorway, their back to her, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light."
26"The figure reached into their coat, their fingers brushing against something in their pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room."
27"Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
28"Then he reached into his coat, his fingers brushing against something in his pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room."
29"The bullet struck Silas’s temple, sending him crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
30"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
31"Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
32"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
33"Then they reached into their coat, their fingers brushing against something in their pocket, the scent of damp stone filling the room."
34"The bullet struck the figure’s chest, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
35"She stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
36"She turned, her gaze locked onto the figure standing in the doorway, their back to her, their eyes glowing faintly in the dim light."
37"The bullet struck the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
38"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
39"Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
40"She knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
41"The bullet struck the figure’s chest, sending them crashing to the ground, the scent of rust and something darker filling her nostrils."
42"Quinn knelt, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of damp earth clinging to her skin."
43"Quinn stood, her breath coming in sharp bursts, the scent of rust filling her nostrils."
44"The bullet struck the figure’s shoulder, sending them crashing to the ground."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags27
uselessAdditionCount18
matches
0"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s"
1"Tomás gasped, his breath coming in ragged bursts"
2"Quinn asked, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s"
3"Tomás whispered, his eyes wide, his face twisted in pain"
4"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s"
5"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s"
6"Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Tomás’s"
7"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Silas’s"
8"Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto Silas’s"
9"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure"
10"the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts"
11"Quinn said, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure"
12"the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts"
13"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure"
14"the figure whispered, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain"
15"the figure whispered, their breath coming in ragged bursts"
16"Quinn demanded, her voice low, her gaze locked onto the figure"
17"the figure whispered, their eyes wide, their face twisted in pain"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags27
fancyCount22
fancyTags
0"Quinn demanded (demand)"
1"Tomás gasped (gasp)"
2"Tomás whispered (whisper)"
3"Quinn demanded (demand)"
4"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
5"Quinn demanded (demand)"
6"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
7"Quinn demanded (demand)"
8"a voice whispered (whisper)"
9"Quinn demanded (demand)"
10"the figure whispered (whisper)"
11"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
12"the figure whispered (whisper)"
13"Quinn demanded (demand)"
14"the figure whispered (whisper)"
15"a voice whispered (whisper)"
16"the figure whispered (whisper)"
17"Quinn demanded (demand)"
18"the figure whispered (whisper)"
19"a voice whispered (whisper)"
20"Quinn muttered (mutter)"
21"the figure whispered (whisper)"
dialogueSentences34
tagDensity0.794
leniency1
rawRatio0.815
effectiveRatio0.815
74.0431%