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Run: 2026-03-06-01KK1HAZE8HKH6666MS022K462
Run Details
Model:
GPT-5.4
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Thriller: chase through city streets
Duration:
1m 25s
Cost:
$0.043927
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
79.94%
AI-ism word frequency
(details)
100.00%
Cliché density
(details)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
(details)
100.00%
Filter word density
(details)
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
(details)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
(details)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
(details)
66.67%
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)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
69.54%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
69.81%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
56.86%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
26.18%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
89.39%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
91.9459%
Overall
Model input
System
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>
User/Human
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>
Model response
Messages
Meta
AI
“Stop!”
The man in the ash-grey
coat clipped a shoulder off a delivery van, spun, caught himself on the wing mirror and kept running.
Detective Harlow Quinn drove after
him through the knot of pedestrians, one hand on the radio at her shoulder, the other shoved out to clear a path. “Armed robbery suspect heading south from Camden High Street, male, thirties, grey coat, black rucksack. Move.” No answer came back at once. Her earpiece hissed. Traffic screamed.
Tyres cut through standing water
and flung it over kerbs in dirty sheets.
Neon from fried chicken shops
and betting windows broke apart in the puddles under her boots.
The suspect glanced over his
shoulder. Narrow face. Blood at one temple.
Eyes wide with the flat
panic of a trapped thing.
He vaulted a stack of
bin bags. Quinn did not vault. She crashed straight through them. Rotting lettuce burst underfoot.
A beer bottle popped against
brick.
She kept her balance and
gained two strides while he looked back again. Rookie move. Look where you’re going.
He hit the alley mouth
between a vape shop and a shuttered florist. Quinn followed without breaking pace.
The lane squeezed tight, a
slick throat of brick and shadow, rank with fryer grease and wet cardboard.
Her leather watch slapped her
wrist with each stride. Eighteen years on the job had taught her what sort of men ran and what sort fought.
This one had the wrong
shoulders for a street thief. He moved with purpose. Chosen turns. No hesitation. Not running from the robbery, then. Running to somewhere. “Control, he knows the area.” “Repeat, Quinn, your signal’s patchy.” “He knows the area,”
she barked, and hurdled a
fallen bicycle. “Cut him off at Chalk Farm Road.” Static answered. Typical. The alley spat them into a side street lined with takeaways and off-licences, each window fogged with heat and bright menus. A man smoking under a striped awning swore as the suspect shoved him into a sandwich board. Metal clattered across the pavement. Quinn flashed her warrant card in one hard movement as she passed, more reflex than use. “Police.” Nobody cared.
They only pulled their coats
tighter and watched. The suspect cut left, then right, then dashed through the gap beside a cash and carry where rusted railings gave way to a service yard. Quinn’s lungs burned, but her pace stayed even. Military precision, Morris used to call it, before anyone added detective in front of her name and grief behind it.
He had laughed the first
time he saw her chase a suspect in court shoes and still win.
She pushed that memory down
before it could gather shape. The yard stank of diesel and damp stone. The man slid under a half-lowered roller shutter. Quinn dropped, felt the cold kiss of metal along her back and came up inside a narrow loading bay stacked with crates of bottled water and sacks of rice. Fluorescent strips
flickered
overhead. Somewhere deeper in the building, a radio played tinny salsa.
Her quarry knocked over a
dolly trolley to slow her. It rattled towards her. She sidestepped and kept moving.
He burst through a door
marked STAFF ONLY. Quinn hit it a second later and found herself in the rear corridor of a grocery shop, all mop buckets, fruit flies and mould-dark grout. An old woman with a box cutter shrieked and flattened herself against shelves of tinned tomatoes as the suspect flew past. Quinn slowed only enough not to bowl the woman over. “Which way?” The woman jabbed the blade towards the front. Quinn reached the shop floor just in time to see the grey coat disappear through the customer entrance and into the road.
She swore under her breath
and plunged after him. Horns exploded. A black cab skidded sideways. The suspect’s rucksack clipped the bonnet, left a smear, and vanished into the surge of bodies outside the station. Camden swallowed people whole. Tourists, punters, drunks, buskers, kids in platform boots and old boys selling knock-off lighters from pockets full of dreams gone sour. Tonight, the whole district shone under rain, every sign doubled in the slick black pavement, every face passing in fragments beneath umbrellas and hoods. Quinn stopped for half a beat, chest lifting, eyes
scanning
. Grey coat. There.
He shouldered through the crowd
near the canal bridge.
She went after him, this
time drawing enough breath to think. The callout had been simple, almost dull. Corner shop, violent robbery, one owner hospitalised, cash drawer ripped free. But behind the till officers had found something tucked beneath the counter, wrapped in butcher’s paper. A parcel no ordinary thief would touch. Bones. Small, polished, carved with marks Quinn did not recognise and did not care to guess at. One witness had seen the suspect refuse the cash.
He had gone straight for
the parcel and run. That made this no simple robbery. That made it a handoff gone wrong. The suspect slammed into a busker’s amp and sent feedback screeching across the street. Quinn flinched, then used the opening to close in.
She was ten feet behind
him now. Eight. Six. “Drop the bag.” He cut across the road and nearly vanished under a delivery lorry. Quinn’s heel slipped on the painted crossing. Her knee jarred. Pain flashed white up her thigh. She ground through it. He ducked between two market stalls covered in cheap leather jackets and old vinyl records. A vendor grabbed for him, got an elbow in the ribs for his trouble and folded with a curse. “Police!” Quinn snapped. “Out of the way.” The suspect hit the far end of the lane and ran down a stairwell Quinn had never noticed before, half hidden behind a plywood hoarding plastered with gig posters and faded council notices. The top bore a broken Underground roundel, its red ring chipped to rust. The stairwell dropped fast into black. Quinn stopped at the lip. The city roared behind her. Down below, another sound rose to meet it. A murmur, low and crowded. Voices. Bargaining. Laughter with no
warmth
in it. Metal striking metal. She caught a
pulse
of incense, hot oil and something sweeter, wrong enough to turn the
stomach
. Not sewage. Not mould. Closer to flowers left too long in a closed room beside raw meat. The suspect bounded down the steps three at a time and vanished around the bend. Her radio hissed back to life. “Quinn, report.” She pressed the transmit key and kept her eyes on the stairwell. “Possible access point under Camden. I’m going in.” “Negative. Hold position and wait for support.” She released the key.
Then she switched the radio
off. The stair rails felt greasy under her palm. Old station tiles emerged by degrees as she descended, cream once, now tobacco-stained and cracked. Posters clung to the walls in sodden layers, circus acts, election faces, a West End show that had closed years ago. Water dripped in a steady tick-tick from the ceiling into the tracks below. At the landing she paused and listened. Not a market in the ordinary sense. Those sounded open, bright, human. This sounded hidden, hungry, too many people speaking in low voices because they all had reasons not to be heard. She drew her torch but kept it off. Light made you visible. Better to let her eyes do the work. The tunnel opened onto the disused platform, and the place hit her all at once. Stalls crowded the platform edge under strings of bare bulbs and hurricane lamps. Sheets of canvas and old theatre curtains had
been rigged
into awnings between pillars. Traders sold from trestle tables, medicine chests, butcher’s blocks,
velvet
-lined cases and cages. The old station name had
been chiselled
off the wall tiles, as if the place wanted no memory of what it had been. Smoke curled under the low ceiling in blue ribbons. Copper stung her nostrils. Herbs, singed feathers, paraffin, damp wool, blood. A woman in a fox-fur collar held up a row of tiny glass vials that glowed from within, green and gold. Beside her, a boy no older than fourteen fanned a charcoal brazier beneath hooks of dried things that might once have been roots. At the far end, a man in a butcher’s apron laid out knives whose blades caught the light with a faint blue shimmer. The crowd moved around them in layers, shabby coats brushing expensive suits, piercings beside priest collars, everyone carrying themselves with the same clipped caution. No one shouted for custom. No one smiled. Quinn’s hand brushed the grip of her sidearm under her jacket. A bad idea. Every head would turn if she showed it. She saw the grey coat near the centre of the platform. He had slowed. Good. He thought he had made it home. He weaved through a cluster gathered around a card table where two old women played some game with finger bones and silver coins. She moved after him, shoulders set, chin level, matching the stride of the crowd. A stall on her left displayed masks made from blackened wood and stitched skin. The seller, an elegant man with pearl cufflinks and a mouth full of broken capillaries, looked at her once and smiled without parting his lips. “First visit?” Quinn did not answer. “You’ll want a token next time.” She kept moving. The man in the grey coat reached a bookshelf built absurdly against the tiled wall, packed with hardbacks swollen by damp. He yanked one volume, a red leather atlas, and the shelf clicked. A seam opened in the wall behind it. Hidden door. Useful. He slipped inside. Quinn lengthened her stride. Two more seconds and she would have him. A hand caught her sleeve. She turned hard enough to wrench free and found herself facing a broad-shouldered vendor behind a trestle table of crude jewellery and old coins. Bone discs hung from wire hooks above his head. Some had symbols
etched
into them. Others had names. “Entry token,” he said. “I’m not shopping.” “Nobody walks through that door without a token.” Quinn flashed her warrant card. He glanced at it as though she had shown him a bus pass. “Wrong kind of authority.” Behind the shelf door, the seam had
started to
close. Quinn moved to go round the table. The vendor slid sideways and blocked her with a speed that did not fit his heavy frame. “Move.” “Buy in, or stay out.”
To her right, several faces
had turned. A woman with a shaved head stopped mid-bargain. The boy at the brazier lowered his fan. The knife seller set both hands on his table and watched. The market had gone still in the way a pub falls still a breath before the first punch. Quinn reached into her inside pocket. Not for money. For the evidence bag she had taken from the robbery scene. One small carved bone, lifted before uniforms could log it and bury it in procedure. She had not known why she pocketed it. Instinct, perhaps. Or the old lesson that some doors opened only when you cheated. She set the evidence bag on the table. The vendor looked down. His pupils narrowed. “Where’d you get that?” “Same place the man in the grey coat got his parcel.” His thick fingers pinched the bag by the corner. He did not touch the bone through the plastic. “That’s not a token.” “It is tonight.” The vendor weighed the choice. So did everyone watching. Quinn heard the hidden door’s mechanism grinding back into place.
Then someone shouted from inside
the room beyond the bookshelf. “Seal it. He’s police bait.” The vendor’s head snapped up. Quinn moved first. She drove the table into him. Coins and bone discs flew. He crashed back into the pearl-cuffed seller. Quinn vaulted the corner, hit the atlas on instinct and thrust herself through the narrowing gap just as hands lunged for her from both sides. The hidden room beyond was larger than she expected, low-ceilinged and lined with filing cabinets, crates, and maps pinned across cork boards. At its centre stood the suspect in the grey coat, rucksack open on a scarred wooden table. Opposite him waited three people. One was a woman in a dark wool coat with old burn scars up her neck. One held a sawn-off shotgun low against his leg. The third leaned over the rucksack, counting carved bones with surgeon’s calm. All four looked up when Quinn burst in. The suspect’s panic came back at once. “I brought no one.” The scarred woman slapped him across the mouth. “Yet here she is.” Behind Quinn, the bookshelf banged under the first impact from the market side. The shotgun came up.
Then another voice cut across
the room, crisp and
familiar
from the doorway opposite. “Don’t.” A man stepped in from a side passage, olive skin, short curly dark brown hair, a Saint Christopher medallion
glinting
at his throat above an open collar. He took in Quinn, the gun, the bones, and swore in Spanish. “For once, can this market survive one night without turning into a massacre?” The scarred woman did not lower her gaze. “Tomás, unless you’ve started collecting detectives, stay out of this.” Tomás Herrera lifted both hands, palms out,
as if soothing a frightened patient
. “I’m collecting bodies if this goes badly, and I’m fresh out of space.” The bookshelf behind Quinn splintered. The shotgun clicked off safety.
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"stop"
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is_byok
false
latency
768
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"openai/gpt-5.4-20260305"
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"OpenAI"
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200
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
4
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
33
tagDensity
0.121
leniency
0.242
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2243
totalAiIsmAdverbs
0
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)
79.94%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2243
totalAiIsms
9
found
0
word
"flickered"
count
1
1
word
"scanning"
count
1
2
word
"warmth"
count
1
3
word
"pulse"
count
1
4
word
"stomach"
count
1
5
word
"velvet"
count
1
6
word
"etched"
count
1
7
word
"familiar"
count
1
8
word
"glinting"
count
1
highlights
0
"flickered"
1
"scanning"
2
"warmth"
3
"pulse"
4
"stomach"
5
"velvet"
6
"etched"
7
"familiar"
8
"glinting"
100.00%
Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches
0
maxInWindow
0
found
(empty)
highlights
(empty)
100.00%
Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells
0
narrationSentences
215
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
215
filterMatches
0
"watch"
hedgeMatches
0
"started to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
244
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
33
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2243
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
6
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
66.67%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
43
wordCount
2074
uniqueNames
12
maxNameDensity
1.4
worstName
"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity
3
worstWindowName
"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Harlow
1
Quinn
29
Static
1
Morris
1
Underground
1
West
1
End
1
Saint
1
Christopher
1
Spanish
1
Herrera
1
One
4
persons
0
"Harlow"
1
"Quinn"
2
"Static"
3
"Morris"
4
"Saint"
5
"Christopher"
6
"Herrera"
7
"One"
places
0
"West"
1
"End"
2
"Spanish"
globalScore
0.801
windowScore
0.667
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
143
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"as if soothing a frightened patient"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2243
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
1
totalSentences
244
matches
0
"pushed that memory"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
106
mean
21.16
std
24.47
cv
1.156
sampleLengths
0
1
1
50
2
16
3
62
4
7
5
32
6
6
7
80
8
9
9
5
10
5
11
18
12
3
13
59
14
1
15
10
16
71
17
10
18
69
19
9
20
64
21
2
22
8
23
57
24
49
25
10
26
2
27
1
28
96
29
13
30
32
31
3
32
66
33
7
34
52
35
5
36
63
37
15
38
6
39
2
40
12
41
8
42
7
43
4
44
6
45
64
46
32
47
20
48
15
49
83
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
2
totalSentences
215
matches
0
"been rigged"
1
"been chiselled"
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
342
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
244
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
2088
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
43
adverbRatio
0.020593869731800767
lyAdverbCount
8
lyAdverbRatio
0.0038314176245210726
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
244
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
244
mean
9.19
std
6.64
cv
0.723
sampleLengths
0
1
1
23
2
27
3
16
4
6
5
3
6
2
7
13
8
16
9
6
10
2
11
4
12
10
13
7
14
4
15
5
16
4
17
6
18
13
19
2
20
4
21
13
22
5
23
18
24
9
25
17
26
10
27
4
28
2
29
2
30
6
31
3
32
5
33
5
34
11
35
7
36
2
37
1
38
21
39
17
40
5
41
16
42
1
43
2
44
8
45
25
46
8
47
20
48
18
49
10
69.54%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
12
diversityRatio
0.44672131147540983
totalSentences
244
uniqueOpeners
109
69.81%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
4
totalSentences
191
matches
0
"Somewhere deeper in the building,"
1
"Then she switched the radio"
2
"Then someone shouted from inside"
3
"Then another voice cut across"
ratio
0.021
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
47
totalSentences
191
matches
0
"Her earpiece hissed."
1
"He vaulted a stack of"
2
"She crashed straight through them."
3
"She kept her balance and"
4
"He hit the alley mouth"
5
"Her leather watch slapped her"
6
"He moved with purpose."
7
"she barked, and hurdled a"
8
"They only pulled their coats"
9
"He had laughed the first"
10
"She pushed that memory down"
11
"Her quarry knocked over a"
12
"It rattled towards her."
13
"She sidestepped and kept moving."
14
"He burst through a door"
15
"She swore under her breath"
16
"He shouldered through the crowd"
17
"She went after him, this"
18
"He had gone straight for"
19
"She was ten feet behind"
ratio
0.246
56.86%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
154
totalSentences
191
matches
0
"The man in the ash-grey"
1
"Detective Harlow Quinn drove after"
2
"Her earpiece hissed."
3
"Tyres cut through standing water"
4
"Neon from fried chicken shops"
5
"The suspect glanced over his"
6
"Blood at one temple."
7
"Eyes wide with the flat"
8
"He vaulted a stack of"
9
"Quinn did not vault."
10
"She crashed straight through them."
11
"A beer bottle popped against"
12
"She kept her balance and"
13
"Look where you’re going."
14
"He hit the alley mouth"
15
"Quinn followed without breaking pace."
16
"The lane squeezed tight, a"
17
"Her leather watch slapped her"
18
"This one had the wrong"
19
"He moved with purpose."
ratio
0.806
26.18%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
1
totalSentences
191
matches
0
"To her right, several faces"
ratio
0.005
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
84
technicalSentenceCount
4
matches
0
"Posters clung to the walls in sodden layers, circus acts, election faces, a West End show that had closed years ago."
1
"A woman in a fox-fur collar held up a row of tiny glass vials that glowed from within, green and gold."
2
"Beside her, a boy no older than fourteen fanned a charcoal brazier beneath hooks of dried things that might once have been roots."
3
"He glanced at it as though she had shown him a bus pass."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
4
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
89.39%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
3
fancyCount
2
fancyTags
0
"she barked (bark)"
1
"Quinn snapped (snap)"
dialogueSentences
33
tagDensity
0.091
leniency
0.182
rawRatio
0.667
effectiveRatio
0.121
91.9459%