Run: 2026-02-19-01KHTX4RQJP544RRE7Q0NHT96Q

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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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“Stop! Detective Quinn!” The echo of her voice bounced off the narrow alley walls, snapping the night into focus. She lunged, boots splashing through shallow pools that mirrored the green neon sign of The Raven’s Nest. The suspect—a wiry figure in a tattered coat—darted past a stack of crates, his breath ragged, his eyes flickering toward the bar’s back doorway. Quinn’s leather watch thumped against her wrist as she matched his pace. The watch, worn and scarred, had never failed her. “You think you can slip away?” she hissed, cutting off his route with a swift arm block. The man twisted, slipping his hand into his coat. A faint click sounded, and a small metal shard flashed. Quinn’s hand tightened around his collar, feeling the heat of his panic. “Don’t make this harder,” she growled. “You know what’s coming.” He shoved past her, disappearing into the dim glow of The Raven’s Nest. The bar’s entrance loomed, its green sign flickering like a warning beacon. Quinn followed, pushing the door open with a grunt. Inside, the air smelled of stale whiskey and old paper. Black‑and‑white photographs stared down from cracked walls, their eyes following every movement. The low hum of conversation fell silent as patrons turned to watch the chase. A lanky bartender slid a glass across the bar, the sound sharp. “What’s the trouble?” he asked, eyes flicking to the suspect’s retreating silhouette. “I need a way out,” Quinn said, voice low. “He’s heading to the backroom.” The bartender’s fingers brushed a hidden latch on a bookshelf. The shelf swung inward, revealing a narrow passage lined with dust‑covered maps. “That’s the secret room,” he muttered, pulling the shelf shut behind her. Quinn slipped into the narrow hallway, the wood creaking beneath her boots. The suspect’s footsteps faded, but his scent—a faint mix of incense and copper— lingered. She pressed forward, the passage narrowing until it opened into a vaulted chamber lit by a single flickering bulb. At the far end, a wooden door stood ajar, revealing a stairwell that spiralled down into darkness. The air grew cooler, the scent of damp stone mixing with a metallic tang. “Hold on,” a voice called from above. It was Tomás Herrera, his warm brown eyes scanning the hallway. He wore a Saint Christopher medallion that caught the dim light. Quinn turned, her jaw set. “Tom, you’re here early. We’re not in a safe place.” Tomás shrugged, his scarred forearm catching the light. “I got a call from a nurse in the market. She said someone’s bleeding. I can’t leave her.” His accent slipped into a soft Spanish lilt when he spoke. “El mercado está bajo la ciudad. No es fácil entrar sin token de hueso.” Quinn’s brow furrowed. “Token?” “The Veil Market runs on bone tokens. It’s an underground market that moves each full moon. If you want in, you need one.” A rustle echoed from the stairwell. The suspect’s silhouette reappeared at the top, clutching a small, bone‑white token. He glanced back, eyes narrowing. Quinn lunged, grabbing his wrist. The token slipped from his grasp, clattering onto the stone floor. Tomás sprang forward, plucking it up with deft fingers. “Got it,” he whispered, sliding the token into his pocket. The suspect snarled, “You won’t get away with this, Quinn.” She pressed the barrel of her revolver against his chest. “I’m already here.” A sudden clang reverberated as the metal door at the bottom of the stairwell burst open. A group of figures cloaked in dark robes surged forward, their faces hidden beneath hoods. The leader, a tall woman with silver hair, lifted a silver dagger that reflected the flickering bulb. “Turn back,” the leader hissed. “The market does not welcome trespassers.” Quinn’s eyes flicked to Tomás, who held his own hands out, the Saint Christopher medallion glinting. “We’re not leaving without the patient.” The woman’s lips curled. “The patient is already dead. You’re too late.” A scream ripped through the chamber as a figure in the backroom collapsed, clutching his throat. Blood spurted, painting the stone floor crimson. The scent of copper surged, filling the air. Quinn tightened her grip on the suspect, his head jerking as he tried to pull free. “Who are you?” she demanded, voice low and edged with steel. The suspect’s eyes widened, then softened. “I’m not the one you think. I was hired to transport a cursed object. The market’s… it’s a trap.” Tomás moved forward, his hands steady. “Give me the object. I can neutralise it.” The suspect reached into his coat, pulling out a small, intricately carved box. Its surface bore an ancient symbol, dark and pulsing. He hesitated, then placed it on the floor. A low hum rose from the box, the sound vibrating through the stone. The cloaked figures began to chant, their voices rising in a discordant chant that seemed to warp the very walls. Quinn’s mind raced, recalling the night DS Morris vanished under similar circumstances. The supernatural had slipped through the cracks of her world, and now it threatened to swallow this one. She threw a swift punch, shattering the box. The wooden lid cracked, releasing a blinding flash that washed over the chamber. The chanting stopped abruptly. The cloaked figures staggered, clutching their heads as if a sudden pain pierced their thoughts. Tomás seized the moment, pulling the wounded figure into the stairwell. “Come on!” he shouted, dragging the man down the spiral. Quinn pursued the suspect, her boots echoing on the stone steps. The stairwell’s walls narrowed, and a low growl rose from the darkness ahead. The air grew thick, a metallic scent mixing with the earlier copper smell. At the bottom, a massive iron door stood ajar, revealing a cavernous market lit by phosphorescent fungi. Stalls lined the walls, each displaying strange artifacts: glowing crystals, jars of black liquid, and wrapped parcels marked with cryptic runes. The Veil Market hummed with a nervous energy, its patrons moving in shadows. The suspect vanished into the crowd, his silhouette swallowed by a group of cloaked merchants. Quinn halted, scanning the throng. Tomás appeared beside her, his medallion glowing faintly. “Do you have a plan?” he asked, eyes darting. Quinn tightened her grip on her revolver, the worn leather watch ticking against her wrist. “We find the cursed object and end this. No one else gets hurt.” A sudden clatter erupted as a stall collapsed, a crate of alchemical substances spilling onto the floor. A masked figure lunged at Quinn, brandishing a dagger that seemed to drip with a dark, viscous liquid. Quinn stepped back, the barrel of her gun raised. “Drop it,” she commanded, voice echoing through the market. The figure hesitated, then threw the dagger aside, revealing a small, humming device—an ancient relic that pulsed with a sickly light. The market’s patrons gasped, their faces turning pale. “Who’s behind this?” Quinn demanded, pointing at the device. A voice floated from the shadows, low and amused. “You think you can stop the tide, detective? The market feeds on secrets. It will not die for you.” The speaker stepped forward, revealing a man with a scar running down his cheek, his eyes reflecting the green neon sign from above. He held a bone token up, the same one Tomás had taken. “Your partner’s death was a warning,” he whispered. “Morris never saw the truth. Now you will, too.” Quinn’s jaw clenched, her breath steady. “I’m not here for warnings. I’m here for answers.” The man laughed, a dry sound that echoed off the stone. “Answers cost a price. Choose wisely, detective.” A sudden roar erupted from the market’s far end as a massive, shadowy shape emerged, its form shifting like smoke. The ground trembled, and the phosphorescent fungi flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. Tomás grabbed Quinn’s arm. “We have to move. That thing will eat us alive.” Quinn glanced at the humming device, then at the cloaked figure who held the bone token. The market’s lights dimmed, and an ominous silence fell. She raised her gun, aiming at the shadowy shape, her finger tightening on the trigger. “Ready?” she asked, eyes locked on Tomás. His nod was brief, his scarred forearm twitching as he prepared his own weapon—a small, silver scalpel glinting in the dim light. The shadow surged forward, tendrils of darkness curling around the stalls. The market’s patrons scrambled, their cries muffled by the roar. Quinn fired, the crack of the gun echoing through the cavern. The bullet struck the device, shattering it into shards that scattered like glass. The humming ceased, and the shadow recoiled, its form wavering. A sudden, blinding flash erupted from the broken device, enveloping the market in a white blaze. The ground shook, and the stone walls crumbled, revealing a hidden passage beyond the market’s edge. Tomás shouted, “The exit! Move!” Quinn grabbed the suspect’s coat as he fell, pulling him toward the opening. The shadow’s tendrils lashed, catching the edge of his coat, pulling him back. A guttural scream erupted from the darkness as the shadow lunged, its maw opening wide. Quinn slammed the suspect’s throat with her palm, the force knocking him into the passage. The stone around them trembled, and a huge slab of rock began to slide, sealing the market behind them. “Hold on!” Tomás shouted, thrusting his scalpel into the stone, his hands steady despite the chaos. The slab thudded, then stopped. The passage widened, revealing a narrow tunnel lit by faint amber glow. The air smelled of earth and something metallic. Quinn pushed the suspect forward, his eyes wide with terror. “Who are you?” she demanded, her voice echoing off the tunnel walls. He gasped, clutching his throat. “I… I was hired by… the Council. They wanted the box… they wanted the power…” Tomás barely paused, his eyes darting between Quinn and the tunnel’s darkness. “The Council… they’re the ones pulling the strings in the Veil Market.” A low rumble rose from ahead, the tunnel’s far end shaking as something massive moved. The ground cracked, and a plume of dust rose, obscuring the light. Quinn glanced back at the collapsing market, a sense of urgency tightening her grip on the suspect’s coat. The shadow’s howl echoed faintly, a reminder that the danger was not yet over. She turned, sprinting down the tunnel, her boots splashing through puddles of water that clung to the stone floor. Tomás followed, his medallion glinting, the Saint Christopher charm catching the dim light. The tunnel narrowed, forcing them to crawl. The walls pressed close, the air thick with the scent of copper and ozone. “Keep moving,” Quinn urged, her voice low, her breath steady. The tunnel opened into a dimly lit chamber, its ceiling high and its walls lined with ancient stone arches. In the centre stood a massive iron gate, its hinges rusted but still functional. Tomás slipped the bone token into a small slot on the gate’s side. The metal clicked, and the gate groaned open, revealing a stairwell that led up into the city’s forgotten sewers. A sudden, high‑pitched screech reverberated from above, the sound of something massive tearing through the tunnel’s ceiling. Quinn glanced up, eyes widening as a massive, shadowy claw slammed into the stone, shards spraying like rain. “Run!” she shouted, grabbing the suspect’s arm and pulling him toward the stairwell. The suspect stumbled, his breath ragged. “I… I can’t…” Tomás lunged, grabbing the suspect’s shoulders, slamming him forward into the stairwell. The shadow’s claw scraped the stone, missing them by inches. The stairwell descended into darkness, the air growing colder, the scent of iron intensifying. Quinn felt the pulse of the city beneath her feet, the hum of unseen machinery echoing through the depths. She reached the bottom, the stairwell opening onto a narrow tunnel flooded with water. The water rose to their knees, cold and relentless. “Do we have a way out?” Tomás asked, his voice echoing off the wet walls. Quinn glanced at the water, then at the shadow’s claw still scraping the tunnel above. “We keep moving. The river leads to the Thames. If we can reach the surface, we’ll be safe.” The water surged, pulling at their legs. The shadow’s claw struck again, sending a spray of water into their faces. Quinn felt the sting of the cold, the weight of the world pressing down. A sudden, sharp noise erupted as a metal door slammed shut behind them, sealing the tunnel. The shadow’s howl rose, a deep, guttural sound that seemed to vibrate the very stone. Tomás gripped his medallion tighter, his eyes reflecting the dim light. “We’re not getting out that way,” he muttered, voice low. Quinn’s jaw tightened, her mind racing. The tunnel’s wall crumbled, revealing a hidden alcove lit by a faint, amber glow. Inside, a rusted metal chest sat, its lid ajar. She lunged, pulling the lid open. Inside lay a small, silver key, its teeth gleaming. “Now?” Tomás asked, his voice trembling. Quinn slipped the key into the lock of the metal door, the tumblers clicking as the mechanism engaged. The door swung open, revealing a narrow passage that led upward, the air growing warmer with each step. A faint hum rose from ahead, the sound of a distant train. The tunnel widened, and a shaft of light pierced the darkness, illuminating a stairwell that led to the city’s surface. Quinn glanced back, the shadow’s claw still clawing at the tunnel’s ceiling, the darkness threatening to swallow them whole. “Move!” she shouted, dragging the suspect forward. The tunnel’s walls shook as the shadow’s roar intensified, the stone cracking under its force. Tomás sprinted beside her, his medallion glinting like a beacon. The stairwell’s last step was a metal grate. Quinn pushed it open, the cold night air flooding the tunnel. The city’s streets stretched out below, a maze of alleys and neon signs. The green neon sign of The Raven’s Nest flickered in the distance, a reminder of the night’s chaos. She turned, breath ragged, eyes scanning the rooftops. The shadow’s howl echoed behind her, a promise that the chase was far from over. A sudden, deafening crack ripped through the night as a massive, rusted pipe burst, sending a torrent of water surging toward the street. Quinn felt the ground tilt, the water rushing around her boots. The suspect slipped, his body tumbling into the flood. “Hold on!” Tomás shouted, lunging to grab him, his hands slipping on the slick metal. Quinn’s eyes widened as a dark shape emerged from the water, its form shifting like ink. The shape lunged, its tendrils reaching for Tomás. Quinn raised her revolver, the barrel pointed at the creature’s heart. “Now!” she shouted, pulling the trigger. The gunfire erupted, the bullet striking the creature’s core, a burst of light exploding from its body. The water surged, the shadow recoiling, its form dissolving into a black mist that swirled upward, disappearing into the night sky. The flood receded, the street glistening under the neon glow. The raven’s sign flickered, casting an eerie green hue over the puddles. Quinn stared at the empty street, her heart pounding, the weight of the night pressing down. Tomás stood beside her, his medallion still glinting, his breath steady. “You think that’s it?” Tomás asked, eyes scanning the alley. Quinn tightened her grip on her revolver, her jaw set. “No. It’s only just begun.” A distant siren wailed, its sound cutting through the night. The city’s pulse quickened, shadows shifting in the alleys, unseen eyes watching. The ground trembled beneath their feet as a low, ominous growl rose from the darkness beyond the street. Quinn stepped forward, the neon light reflecting off her leather watch, her eyes blazing with resolve. The night swallowed them whole, the chase continuing into the unseen depths of the city.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences53
tagDensity0.547
leniency1
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
96.21% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2637
totalAiIsmAdverbs2
found
0
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"very"
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)
0.00% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2637
totalAiIsms57
found
0
word"echo"
count1
1
word"loomed"
count1
2
word"beacon"
count2
3
word"footsteps"
count1
4
word"scanning"
count4
5
word"lilt"
count1
6
word"furrowed"
count1
7
word"echoed"
count4
8
word"reverberated"
count2
9
word"flicked"
count1
10
word"glinting"
count5
11
word"raced"
count1
12
word"echoing"
count6
13
word"pulsed"
count1
14
word"jaw clenched"
count1
15
word"trembled"
count3
16
word"flickered"
count3
17
word"silence"
count1
18
word"wavering"
count1
19
word"maw"
count1
20
word"sense of"
count1
21
word"reminder"
count2
22
word"charm"
count1
23
word"pulse"
count2
24
word"depths"
count2
25
word"weight"
count2
26
word"racing"
count1
27
word"gleaming"
count1
28
word"glistening"
count1
29
word"pounding"
count1
30
word"quickened"
count1
31
word"resolve"
count1
highlights
0"echo"
1"loomed"
2"beacon"
3"footsteps"
4"scanning"
5"lilt"
6"furrowed"
7"echoed"
8"reverberated"
9"flicked"
10"glinting"
11"raced"
12"echoing"
13"pulsed"
14"jaw clenched"
15"trembled"
16"flickered"
17"silence"
18"wavering"
19"maw"
20"sense of"
21"reminder"
22"charm"
23"pulse"
24"depths"
25"weight"
26"racing"
27"gleaming"
28"glistening"
29"pounding"
30"quickened"
31"resolve"
66.67% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow2
found
0
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count2
1
label"jaw/fists clenched"
count1
highlights
0"eyes widened"
1"jaw clenched"
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells4
narrationSentences195
matches
0"e with terror"
1"a sense of urgency"
2"felt the sting"
3"g with resolve"
76.92% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount3
hedgeCount6
narrationSentences195
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"seemed to"
2"began to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences219
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen26
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2632
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions30
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
60.68% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions82
wordCount2295
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity1.79
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Raven3
Nest3
Quinn41
Tomás24
Herrera1
Saint3
Christopher3
Spanish1
Morris1
Veil1
Market1
persons
0"Raven"
1"Nest"
2"Quinn"
3"Tomás"
4"Herrera"
5"Saint"
6"Christopher"
7"Morris"
places
0"Market"
globalScore0.607
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences174
glossingSentenceCount3
matches
0"appeared beside her, his medallion glowing faintly"
1"dagger that seemed to drip with a dark, viscous liquid"
2"sound that seemed to vibrate the very stone"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2632
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences219
matches(empty)
83.07% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs113
mean23.29
std10.27
cv0.441
sampleLengths
019
141
238
331
410
534
636
724
814
934
1045
1131
1229
1315
1426
1525
164
1723
1823
1925
2010
2110
2213
2348
2411
2522
2612
2731
2827
2925
3014
3130
3233
3330
3440
3521
3637
3751
3828
399
4028
4135
4218
4329
449
4528
4635
4717
4815
4918
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences195
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs447
matches(empty)
90.67% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount6
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences4
totalSentences219
ratio0.018
matches
0"The suspect—a wiry figure in a tattered coat—darted past a stack of crates, his breath ragged, his eyes flickering toward the bar’s back doorway."
1"The suspect’s footsteps faded, but his scent—a faint mix of incense and copper— lingered."
2"The figure hesitated, then threw the dagger aside, revealing a small, humming device—an ancient relic that pulsed with a sickly light."
3"His nod was brief, his scarred forearm twitching as he prepared his own weapon—a small, silver scalpel glinting in the dim light."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount2300
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount36
adverbRatio0.01565217391304348
lyAdverbCount7
lyAdverbRatio0.003043478260869565
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences219
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
93.76% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences219
mean12.02
std4.62
cv0.384
sampleLengths
019
117
224
312
49
517
69
710
812
96
104
1113
1212
139
1410
1512
1614
1712
1812
199
205
2110
2212
2312
2412
2514
2619
2717
2814
297
3011
3111
325
3310
348
3518
3611
3714
383
391
4023
416
4212
435
445
4511
469
4710
4810
4910
39.95% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats22
diversityRatio0.1872146118721461
totalSentences219
uniqueOpeners41
0.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount0
totalSentences192
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount33
totalSentences192
matches
0"She lunged, boots splashing through"
1"she hissed, cutting off his"
2"He shoved past her, disappearing"
3"he asked, eyes flicking to"
4"he muttered, pulling the shelf"
5"She pressed forward, the passage"
6"It was Tomás Herrera, his"
7"He wore a Saint Christopher"
8"His accent slipped into a"
9"He glanced back, eyes narrowing."
10"he whispered, sliding the token"
11"She pressed the barrel of"
12"she demanded, voice low and"
13"Its surface bore an ancient"
14"He hesitated, then placed it"
15"She threw a swift punch,"
16"he shouted, dragging the man"
17"he asked, eyes darting"
18"she commanded, voice echoing through"
19"He held a bone token"
ratio0.172
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount185
totalSentences192
matches
0"The echo of her voice"
1"She lunged, boots splashing through"
2"The suspect—a wiry figure in"
3"Quinn’s leather watch thumped against"
4"The watch, worn and scarred,"
5"she hissed, cutting off his"
6"The man twisted, slipping his"
7"A faint click sounded, and"
8"Quinn’s hand tightened around his"
9"He shoved past her, disappearing"
10"The bar’s entrance loomed, its"
11"Quinn followed, pushing the door"
12"The low hum of conversation"
13"A lanky bartender slid a"
14"he asked, eyes flicking to"
15"Quinn said, voice low"
16"The bartender’s fingers brushed a"
17"The shelf swung inward, revealing"
18"he muttered, pulling the shelf"
19"Quinn slipped into the narrow"
ratio0.964
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences192
matches(empty)
ratio0
39.17% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences124
technicalSentenceCount18
matches
0"She lunged, boots splashing through shallow pools that mirrored the green neon sign of The Raven’s Nest."
1"At the far end, a wooden door stood ajar, revealing a stairwell that spiralled down into darkness."
2"He wore a Saint Christopher medallion that caught the dim light."
3"The leader, a tall woman with silver hair, lifted a silver dagger that reflected the flickering bulb."
4"Quinn’s eyes flicked to Tomás, who held his own hands out, the Saint Christopher medallion glinting."
5"The cloaked figures staggered, clutching their heads as if a sudden pain pierced their thoughts."
6"The speaker stepped forward, revealing a man with a scar running down his cheek, his eyes reflecting the green neon sign from above."
7"She raised her gun, aiming at the shadowy shape, her finger tightening on the trigger."
8"The humming ceased, and the shadow recoiled, its form wavering."
9"The shadow’s tendrils lashed, catching the edge of his coat, pulling him back."
10"She turned, sprinting down the tunnel, her boots splashing through puddles of water that clung to the stone floor."
11"Tomás followed, his medallion glinting, the Saint Christopher charm catching the dim light."
12"The metal clicked, and the gate groaned open, revealing a stairwell that led up into the city’s forgotten sewers."
13"Tomás lunged, grabbing the suspect’s shoulders, slamming him forward into the stairwell."
14"The door swung open, revealing a narrow passage that led upward, the air growing warmer with each step."
15"The water surged, the shadow recoiling, its form dissolving into a black mist that swirled upward, disappearing into the night sky."
16"Quinn stared at the empty street, her heart pounding, the weight of the night pressing down."
17"Quinn stepped forward, the neon light reflecting off her leather watch, her eyes blazing with resolve."
0.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount11
matches
0"Quinn said, voice low"
1"she demanded, voice low and edged with steel"
2"he asked, eyes darting"
3"she commanded, voice echoing through the market"
4"she asked, eyes locked on Tomás"
5"she demanded, her voice echoing off the tunnel walls"
6"Quinn urged, her voice low, her breath steady"
7"Tomás asked, his voice echoing off the wet walls"
8"he muttered, voice low"
9"Tomás asked, his voice trembling"
10"Tomás asked, eyes scanning the alley"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags27
fancyCount19
fancyTags
0"she hissed (hiss)"
1"she growled (growl)"
2"he muttered (mutter)"
3"he whispered (whisper)"
4"The suspect snarled (snarl)"
5"the leader hissed (hiss)"
6"she demanded (demand)"
7"he shouted (shout)"
8"Quinn demanded (demand)"
9"he whispered (whisper)"
10"Tomás shouted (shout)"
11"Tomás shouted (shout)"
12"she demanded (demand)"
13"Quinn urged (urge)"
14"she shouted (shout)"
15"he muttered (mutter)"
16"she shouted (shout)"
17"Tomás shouted (shout)"
18"she shouted (shout)"
dialogueSentences53
tagDensity0.509
leniency1
rawRatio0.704
effectiveRatio0.704
71.5700%