Run: 2026-02-20-01KHY818E7CKD3V1QA0ZVQQVG4

Run Details

Model:: Gemma 3 4B
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 15.4s
Cost:: $0.000177
Provider:: DeepInfra

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
90.21%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
0.00%	AI-ism word frequency	(details)
100.00%	Cliché density	(details)
100.00%	Emotion telling (show vs. tell)	(details)
94.43%	Filter word density	(details)
100.00%	Gibberish response detection	(details)
100.00%	Markdown formatting overuse	(details)
100.00%	Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)	(details)
100.00%	Name drop frequency	(details)
100.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
100.00%	"Not X but Y" pattern overuse	(details)
100.00%	Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)	(details)
97.45%	Paragraph length variance	(details)
99.32%	Passive voice overuse	(details)
100.00%	Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse	(details)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
93.60%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
75.24%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
57.47%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
46.21%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
86.21%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
7.72%	Technical jargon density	(details)
0.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
0.00%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
78.2614%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert novelist with a gift for vivid, immersive prose. You write in tight third-person limited point of view with a strong narrative voice. Your prose is clean, precise, and engaging — you favor strong verbs, concrete details, and natural-sounding dialogue.

You will be given a story bible (codex) containing canonical details about characters, locations, items, and lore. Use these details to ground your writing in the established world. Stay consistent with the codex.

Write only the prose of the scene. Do not include titles, chapter headings, markdown formatting, or any commentary before or after the scene.

User/Human

<codex>
<character id="4412" name="Aurora Carter" aliases="Rory, Laila, Aurora, Carter, Malphora" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Protagonist">
  <eyeColor>bright blue</eyeColor>
  <hair>straight shoulder-length black</hair>
  <height>5'6"</height>
  <age>25</age>
  <scar>small crescent-shaped scar on her left wrist from a childhood accident</scar>
  <description>Aurora, referred to by her friends as Rory, is cool-headed, intelligent, and known for quick out-of-the-box thinking.</description>
  <backstory>Born in Cardiff to an Irish barrister father (Brendan Carter) and Welsh teacher mother (Jennifer Carter née Ellis), Rory reluctantly pursued Pre-Law at Cardiff University. She fled to London at the behest of her childhood friend Eva after leaving an abusive ex named Evan. By day, Rory works part-time as a delivery person for Yu-Fei Cheung's Golden Empress restaurant. She lives in a flat above Silas' bar.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4418" name="Nyx" aliases="Nyx, the Shadow, Nightwhisper" pronouns="they/them" species="Shade" storyRole="Wild Card">
  <eyeColor>faintly glowing violet</eyeColor>
  <height>approximately 6'2" in solid form</height>
  <age>ageless</age>
  <form>humanoid silhouette of living shadow, can shift between solid and incorporeal</form>
  <voice>sounds like a whisper carried on the wind</voice>
  <description>A being of living shadow, existing between the mortal plane and the spaces between realms.</description>
  <backstory>Nyx was once a human sorcerer named Aldric who became trapped between realms during a failed summoning ritual in 1643. They now exist as a Shade, bound to the mortal plane but able to slip between shadows.</backstory>
</character>

<character id="4424" name="Isolde Varga" aliases="Isolde, the Seer" pronouns="she/her" species="Half-Fae" storyRole="Oracle">
  <eyeColor>pale lavender</eyeColor>
  <hair>silver, reaching her waist</hair>
  <height>5'5"</height>
  <age>300 years old</age>
  <appearance>ethereal, ageless</appearance>
  <speech>speaks in riddles</speech>
  <footprints>leaves no footprints when she walks</footprints>
  <compulsion>cannot lie (Fae compulsion) but can mislead</compulsion>
  <description>A Half-Fae seer exiled from the Fae Courts for sharing visions with mortals.</description>
  <backstory>She now lives in a hidden grove in Richmond Park, offering cryptic prophecies to those who seek her out.</backstory>
</character>

<location id="853" name="Dymas (Gluttony)" aliases="Dymas, gluttony, Dymasian" realm="Hel" sin="Gluttony">
  <ruler>Prince Belphegor</ruler>
  <skyColor>warm amber</skyColor>
  <description>A place of excess and indulgence. Sprawling vineyards, orchards, and gardens provide exotic ingredients for master chefs — often helbound souls contracted from Earth. Grand feasts and culinary competitions are common.</description>
</location>

<location id="861" name="The Fae Grove" aliases="Isolde's grove, Richmond grove, the Grove" realm="Earth (Fae-touched)">
  <parkLocation>Richmond Park</parkLocation>
  <standingStones>ancient oak standing stones mark the boundary</standingStones>
  <timeBehavior>time moves differently — an hour inside can be minutes or days outside</timeBehavior>
  <flora>wildflowers bloom year-round</flora>
  <description>A hidden clearing that exists in a pocket between Earth and the Fae realm.</description>
</location>

<item id="2001" name="Heartstone Pendant" aliases="the pendant, Heartstone" type="Artifact" origin="Dymas">
  <gemstoneColor>deep crimson</gemstoneColor>
  <chainMaterial>silver chain</chainMaterial>
  <size>roughly the size of a thumbnail</size>
  <behavior>pulses faintly with warmth when near a Hel portal</behavior>
  <glow>faint inner glow</glow>
  <description>Given to Aurora by an unknown benefactor.</description>
</item>

<item id="2006" name="Fae-Forged Blade" aliases="the Fae blade, Isolde's gift" type="Weapon" origin="The Fae Courts">
  <material>moonsilver</material>
  <shape>slender, leaf-shaped dagger</shape>
  <temperature>always cold to the touch</temperature>
  <glow>faintly luminescent in moonlight</glow>
  <power>can cut through magical wards; particularly effective against demons</power>
  <givenTo>given to Aurora by Isolde as a gift</givenTo>
  <description>A weapon of the Fae Courts, rare and highly coveted.</description>
</item>

<lore id="7001" name="The Veil" aliases="the Veil, the Barrier, the Boundary" category="Cosmology">
  <solsticeEffect>weakens during the winter solstice, strengthens during the summer solstice</solsticeEffect>
  <appearance>faint shimmering distortion visible only to those with supernatural sight</appearance>
  <monitoring>rift points (tears in the Veil) are monitored by the Wardens</monitoring>
  <description>The Veil is the metaphysical barrier separating Earth from Hel and the Fae Realms.</description>
</lore>
</codex>

Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

A small group enters an ancient, otherworldly place for the first time. The environment is alien and wondrous. Describe their exploration — what they see, hear, and feel as they move deeper. Include moments of discovery, unease, and wonder. Let the world-building emerge through the characters' experience rather than exposition.

Use the codex entries above as your world reference for characters, setting, and lore.
Only include the prose of the scene without any markdown or commentary.

Model response

The air thickened the moment they stepped through the willow. It wasn’t a violent shift, no tearing or splitting, just a gradual compression, like walking through warm honey. Rory blinked, the scent of damp earth and ripening grapes abruptly replaced by something metallic and faintly sweet, like overripe fruit and blood. Beside her, Nyx shifted, their shadow deepening until it almost swallowed the already dim light beneath the willow’s weeping branches. Isolde, unnervingly serene, simply adjusted the silver chain of the Fae-Forged Blade at her hip. 

Dymas unfolded around them with a deliberate languor. It wasn’t a landscape so much as an indulgence. The amber sky, a bruised peach color, hung low, almost touching the sprawling vineyards that sloped down towards a river of shimmering, viscous wine. Giant, grotesque fruit – peaches the size of puppies, plums the size of shields – dripped with juices, attracting swarms of iridescent flies. The ground wasn’t soil, but a mossy, yielding carpet of crushed grapes, cool and subtly sticky beneath her boots. 

“Remarkable,” Isolde murmured, her voice a dry rustle of leaves. “A kingdom built entirely on excess. Fitting, wouldn’t you agree, Rory?”

Rory shivered, despite the unusual warmth. It wasn’t a pleasant warmth. It felt… pregnant, like something colossal was about to exhale. “Fitting for someone who collects prophecies disguised as riddles,” she muttered, glancing at the seer. Isolde’s lavender eyes held a disconcerting stillness.

Nyx moved ahead, their shadow stretching and retracting with an unsettling fluidity. “The air vibrates here,” they said, their voice a whisper against the drone of the flies. “A constant, low thrum. It’s… hungry.” 

They followed a path paved with polished wine bottles, each containing a different shade of crimson or violet. The scent intensified – the sweet rot mixed with a sharp, almost painful tang. They passed a group of figures arguing in a melodic, guttural language over a game of dice played with bone dice and shimmering scales. Each wore elaborate silk robes embroidered with images of overflowing baskets and decadent feasts.  A rotund man, his face slick with wine, glared at Rory as she passed, the gesture dripping with impotent fury. 

“They’re…consumed,” Rory observed, stating the obvious. “By the pleasure of it all.” 

“Indeed,” Isolde replied, unfolding her arms. “Dymas feeds on desire. The souls trapped here don’t suffer, not exactly. They simply... become part of the abundance.” She gestured towards a structure in the distance – a palace crafted entirely from candied fruit and sculpted sugar. “The architecture alone is a testament to their hunger.” 

As they walked deeper, the vineyards gave way to orchards – groves of trees bearing fruit of every imaginable color and texture. Some glowed with an internal light, others pulsed with a faint, rhythmic beat. A small, winged creature, resembling a hummingbird but with scales of polished obsidian, zipped past, snatching a glistening violet berry and vanishing into the amber sky. 

“There’s a…pattern here,” Nyx said, halting abruptly. They extended a hand, their shadow coalescing into an almost solid form, and traced a line through the arrangement of the trees. "A deliberate design. It’s not random. It’s a map." 

Following Nyx’s lead, they pushed through a thicket of pomegranate trees, the air suddenly colder, the scent shifting to something sharp and piney. They emerged into a vast, open courtyard dominated by a colossal fountain – a waterfall of liquid gold cascading into a pool that shimmered with an oily iridescence. The pool’s surface was disturbed by swirling patterns, as if constantly being sculpted by unseen hands. 

"The Heartstone," Rory breathed, noticing a small, crimson pendant nestled within the pool, pulsing with a faint warmth. It was identical to the one she carried. She reached for it, instinctively. 

Before her hand could touch the water, a voice, cold and resonant, echoed through the courtyard. “Do not disturb the reflection, mortal.” 

The ground trembled. From the shadows beneath the fountain rose Prince Belphegor – a being of impossible proportions, draped in a velvet robe the color of dried blood. His eyes were black pits, and a cruel smile stretched across his face.  He wasn't formidable in the traditional sense; rather, it was an aura of profound, aching satiety that radiated from him, a tangible sense of having tasted everything and desired nothing more. 

“A visitor,” he rumbled, his voice like the grinding of stones. “How… delightful. You carry the mark of Dymas, I see. A pledge. Or perhaps a debt?”

Isolde stepped forward, her presence momentarily disrupting the prince’s amused spectacle. “Your kingdom thrives on the suffering of others,” she said, her voice flat. “A morally bankrupt endeavor, even by Hel's standards.”

Belphegor chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Rory’s spine. "Morality is a luxury afforded to those who haven't known true appetite.  Here, we simply *are*."

As he spoke, the liquid gold in the fountain began to swirl faster, forming a vortex that pulled at their clothes, trying to drag them into the shimmering depths.  Nyx moved with startling speed, intercepting the vortex with their shadow, momentarily containing the swirling liquid. 

"The Veil thins," Nyx hissed, their voice strained. "The boundaries are weakening." 

Rory instinctively reached for the Fae-Forged Blade at her hip, pulling it out. The dagger felt strangely cold against her palm, a jarring contrast to the humid, decadent air. The moonlight seemed to intensify, causing the blade to glow with an ethereal, silver luminescence.  She channeled her fear, her instinct, into the weapon, feeling a faint hum of power flow through her. 

Suddenly, Isolde laughed – a brittle, unsettling sound. "Don't waste your energy on a prince, child. The true threat lies not in his indulgence, but in the opening he's creating.  The solstice approaches.  The Veil, as you call it, will soon be shattered entirely. And Dymas, and all its inhabitants, will flood into your world." 

Belphegor raised a hand, and a wave of shadow surged towards them, threatening to engulf them entirely.  Rory knew, with chilling certainty, that this was just the beginning. This strange, beautiful, terrifying kingdom was a symptom, not the disease. And they had stumbled into a wound in reality, a festering tear in the Veil.

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	11
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	22
tagDensity	0.5
leniency	1
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

90.21%

AI-ism adverb frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)

wordCount

1021

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"suddenly"
count	2

highlights

0	"suddenly"

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)

wordCount

1021

totalAiIsms

found

word	"remarkable"
count	1

word	"warmth"
count	3

word	"whisper"
count	1

word	"silk"
count	1

word	"desire"
count	1

word	"structure"
count	1

word	"testament"
count	1

word	"pulsed"
count	1

word	"rhythmic"
count	1

word	"glistening"
count	1

word	"traced"
count	1

word	"cascading"
count	1

word	"shimmered"
count	1

word	"echoed"
count	1

word	"trembled"
count	1

word	"velvet"
count	1

word	"profound"
count	1

word	"tangible"
count	1

word	"sense of"
count	1

word	"disrupting"
count	1

word	"depths"
count	1

word	"shattered"
count	1

word	"chilling"
count	1

highlights

0	"remarkable"
1	"warmth"
2	"whisper"
3	"silk"
4	"desire"
5	"structure"
6	"testament"
7	"pulsed"
8	"rhythmic"
9	"glistening"
10	"traced"
11	"cascading"
12	"shimmered"
13	"echoed"
14	"trembled"
15	"velvet"
16	"profound"
17	"tangible"
18	"sense of"
19	"disrupting"
20	"depths"
21	"shattered"
22	"chilling"

100.00%

Cliché density

Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window

totalCliches

maxInWindow

found

label	"sent a shiver through"
count	1

highlights

0	"sent a shiver down"

100.00%

Emotion telling (show vs. tell)

Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling

emotionTells	0
narrationSentences	59
matches	(empty)

94.43%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount

hedgeCount

narrationSentences

filterMatches

(empty)

hedgeMatches

0	"began to"
1	"seemed to"

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)

analyzedSentences	70
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	47
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1027

ratio

0.001

matches

"are"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions

unquotedAttributions

matches

0	"Suddenly, Isolde laughed – a brittle, unsettling sound."

100.00%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

836

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

0.96

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

1.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Nyx	6
Fae-Forged	2
Blade	2
Rory	8
Isolde	6
Prince	1
Belphegor	3
Veil	1

persons

0	"Nyx"
1	"Rory"
2	"Isolde"
3	"Prince"
4	"Belphegor"

places

"Veil"

globalScore

windowScore

100.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns

analyzedSentences	50
glossingSentenceCount	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words

totalMatches

per1kWords

0.974

wordCount

1027

matches

0	"not in his indulgence, but in the opening he's creating"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	70
matches	(empty)

97.45%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

46.68

std

22.92

0.491

sampleLengths

0	86
1	83
2	21
3	43
4	34
5	90
6	12
7	53
8	61
9	38
10	67
11	31
12	22
13	72
14	27
15	32
16	27
17	45
18	12
19	62
20	55
21	54

99.32%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"was disturbed"
1	"being sculpted"

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	137
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.114

matches

0	"Giant, grotesque fruit – peaches the size of puppies, plums the size of shields – dripped with juices, attracting swarms of iridescent flies."
1	"The scent intensified – the sweet rot mixed with a sharp, almost painful tang."
2	"“Dymas feeds on desire. The souls trapped here don’t suffer, not exactly. They simply... become part of the abundance.” She gestured towards a structure in the distance – a palace crafted entirely from candied fruit and sculpted sugar."
3	"As they walked deeper, the vineyards gave way to orchards – groves of trees bearing fruit of every imaginable color and texture."
4	"They emerged into a vast, open courtyard dominated by a colossal fountain – a waterfall of liquid gold cascading into a pool that shimmered with an oily iridescence."
5	"From the shadows beneath the fountain rose Prince Belphegor – a being of impossible proportions, draped in a velvet robe the color of dried blood."
6	"He wasn't formidable in the traditional sense; rather, it was an aura of profound, aching satiety that radiated from him, a tangible sense of having tasted everything and desired nothing more."
7	"Suddenly, Isolde laughed – a brittle, unsettling sound."

93.60%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking

wordCount

830

adjectiveStacks

stackExamples

0	"strange, beautiful, terrifying kingdom"

adverbCount

adverbRatio

0.033734939759036145

lyAdverbCount

lyAdverbRatio

0.020481927710843374

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)

totalSentences	70
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

14.67

std

8.26

0.563

sampleLengths

0	10
1	18
2	23
3	20
4	15
5	8
6	9
7	24
8	23
9	19
10	10
11	11
12	6
13	5
14	2
15	8
16	15
17	7
18	12
19	16
20	6
21	18
22	14
23	24
24	14
25	20
26	6
27	6
28	6
29	38
30	9
31	22
32	13
33	26
34	7
35	22
36	9
37	23
38	28
39	16
40	18
41	8
42	5
43	16
44	6
45	3
46	25
47	13
48	31
49	11

75.24%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	4
diversityRatio	0.4857142857142857
totalSentences	70
uniqueOpeners	34

57.47%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Suddenly, Isolde laughed – a"

ratio

0.017

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"It wasn’t a violent shift,"
1	"It wasn’t a landscape so"
2	"It wasn’t a pleasant warmth."
3	"she muttered, glancing at the"
4	"they said, their voice a"
5	"They followed a path paved"
6	"They passed a group of"
7	"She gestured towards a structure"
8	"They extended a hand, their"
9	"They emerged into a vast,"
10	"It was identical to the"
11	"She reached for it, instinctively."
12	"His eyes were black pits,"
13	"He wasn't formidable in the"
14	"he rumbled, his voice like"
15	"she said, her voice flat"
16	"She channeled her fear, her"

ratio

0.293

46.21%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The air thickened the moment"
1	"It wasn’t a violent shift,"
2	"Rory blinked, the scent of"
3	"Isolde, unnervingly serene, simply adjusted"
4	"Dymas unfolded around them with"
5	"It wasn’t a landscape so"
6	"The amber sky, a bruised"
7	"The ground wasn’t soil, but"
8	"Isolde murmured, her voice a"
9	"Rory shivered, despite the unusual"
10	"It wasn’t a pleasant warmth."
11	"she muttered, glancing at the"
12	"Isolde’s lavender eyes held a"
13	"Nyx moved ahead, their shadow"
14	"they said, their voice a"
15	"They followed a path paved"
16	"The scent intensified – the"
17	"They passed a group of"
18	"Each wore elaborate silk robes"
19	"A rotund man, his face"

ratio

0.828

86.21%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Before her hand could touch"

ratio

0.017

7.72%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"Beside her, Nyx shifted, their shadow deepening until it almost swallowed the already dim light beneath the willow’s weeping branches."
1	"The amber sky, a bruised peach color, hung low, almost touching the sprawling vineyards that sloped down towards a river of shimmering, viscous wine."
2	"They emerged into a vast, open courtyard dominated by a colossal fountain – a waterfall of liquid gold cascading into a pool that shimmered with an oily iridesc…"
3	"The pool’s surface was disturbed by swirling patterns, as if constantly being sculpted by unseen hands."
4	"He wasn't formidable in the traditional sense; rather, it was an aura of profound, aching satiety that radiated from him, a tangible sense of having tasted ever…"
5	"Belphegor chuckled, a sound that sent a shiver down Rory’s spine."
6	"As he spoke, the liquid gold in the fountain began to swirl faster, forming a vortex that pulled at their clothes, trying to drag them into the shimmering depth…"

0.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags

uselessAdditionCount

matches

0	"Isolde murmured, her voice a dry rustle of leaves"
1	"they said, their voice a whisper against the drone of the flies"
2	"she said, her voice flat"
3	"Nyx hissed, their voice strained"

0.00%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"Isolde murmured (murmur)"
1	"she muttered (mutter)"
2	"Rory observed (observe)"
3	"Rory breathed (breathe)"
4	"Nyx hissed (hiss)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.409

leniency

0.818

rawRatio

0.556

effectiveRatio

0.455

78.2614%