Run: 2026-03-11-01KKFCGF2MWE08ANH20NBY8Z8S

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You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Romance 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="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="4415" name="Lucien Moreau" aliases="Lucien, Luc, the Frenchman" pronouns="he/him" species="Half-Demon" storyRole="Ally"> <eyeColor>heterochromatic — one amber, one black</eyeColor> <hair>slicked-back platinum blond</hair> <height>5'11"</height> <age>32</age> <cane>ivory-handled cane that conceals a thin blade</cane> <dress>tailored charcoal suits</dress> <description>An impeccably dressed fixer and information broker in London's supernatural underworld. He speaks four languages fluently.</description> <backstory>Born in Marseille to a human mother and a demon father from the realm of Avaros.</backstory> </character> <location id="858" name="Eva's Flat" aliases="Eva's place, the flat on Brick Lane" realm="Earth"> <cat>tabby cat named Ptolemy</cat> <security>three deadbolts on the front door</security> <description>A cramped one-bedroom flat above a curry house on Brick Lane, East London. Every surface is covered with books, scrolls, and research notes.</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 romance genre. Two people who parted on complicated terms are forced together again when one shows up unannounced at the other's flat. There's history between them — attraction, hurt, and things left unsaid. Write the scene from the moment the door opens. 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

AI
The door swung open, a thin slice of dusk spilling onto the grimy hallway, and Lucien Moreau stepped through, the tip of his ivory-handled cane tapping a measured rhythm on the worn linoleum. He wore his tailored charcoal suit, the cut impeccable enough to catch the weak light that filtered from the single bulb above the sink, his heterochromatic eyes—amber in the left, black as midnight in the right—fixing on Aurora with an intensity that made the room feel suddenly colder. She turned, the pages of a battered law textbook sliding off her lap, and the scar on her left wrist caught the faint glow, a crescent of memory against the pallor of her skin. Her straight black hair fell over her shoulders, the same shade as the night she had fled Cardiff. “Lucien,” she said, her voice steady but edged with a flicker of disbelief, as if testing the weight of the name upon her tongue. “I thought the ghosts of this city had already claimed you.” He smiled, a thin line that didn’t reach his eyes. “I’m not a ghost, Aurora. I’m a messenger, and sometimes messengers bring more than just words.” He set his cane against the side of the kitchen table, the metal of the hidden blade catching a glint that made the shadows on the walls quiver. The silence lingered, heavy as the stale scent of curry that clung to the walls of the flat above Silas’ bar, the place where her mother’s kitchen used to smell of garlic and rosemary. She crossed the room, each step measured, and brushed a stack of research notes off the couch, scattering them like fallen leaves. “Why now?” she asked, the question hanging between them like a taut string. “Why turn up when the city’s already choking on its own secrets?” Lucien leaned against the doorframe, the metal of his cane pressing into the paintwork. “You called me ‘the Frenchman’ once, and I found it amusing. It’s a name that suits a man who delivers more than parcels.” He lifted a hand, fingers brushing the edge of a paper tucked into his coat pocket. “I have something for you. Something that belongs to both of us now.” She opened the paper, the ink smeared by rainwater that had seeped through her coat in the night’s downpour. The words were a list of coordinates, numbers, and a single line of code: **AR-342‑7‑R**. “What is this?” she demanded, voice rising just enough to cut through the lingering tension. “Numbers are simple, my dear. It’s the key to a gate that shouldn’t have opened,” he replied, his tone low, the cadence of a man who had learned to speak in riddles as much as in French and Latin. “Your mother’s old friend, Mrs. Ellis, once told you that the city’s veins are more than subway lines; they’re conduits. This… this is a conduit that leads straight to Avaros.” She stared at him, the blue of her eyes flickering like a storm cloud aware of its own darkness. “You think I can help you open it?” she asked, the words tasting of accusation and curiosity in equal measure. “You know what happened the last time we tried.” Lucien’s hand slipped to the hilt of the concealed blade, and the ivory tip caught a stray spray of light. “That was a mistake, Aurora. We were reckless. I was reckless. I wanted to prove that the half‑blood could survive without the bloodline’s shadow, and you… you tried to protect the fragile balance.” He paused, letting the admission settle. “We failed. But I think there’s a chance now. The city’s pulse is stronger. The rituals need a catalyst—a human mind that can read the old scripts.” She remembered the night they had stood on the roof of the Old Bailey, her breath ragged, his warm hand on her arm, the promise of a future that felt both impossible and inevitable. The memory surged, a tide pulling at the edges of her rationality. “You promised you’d keep me safe,” she whispered, the words barely louder than the hum of the refrigerator in the corner. “You left me in the dark with a scar on my wrist that still burns when it rains.” He looked away, his gaze drifting to a battered photograph pinned to the wall—her mother, Jennifer, teaching a class of eager children. “I’ve been watching,” he said softly. “Your deliveries for Golden Empress, your late nights on Brick Lane, the way you hide your fear behind sarcasm and cleverness. I’ve been waiting for this moment when the city’s darkness is thin enough to slip through.” A sudden clatter echoed from the hallway, a rusted metal bin toppling as a stray cat vaulted past, its tail flicking in agitation. The cat—never seen before—paused at the edge of the doorway, eyes glittering amber, as if warning them of unseen eyes watching. “Ptolemy is not a fan of surprises,” Aurora muttered, her voice softening as she glanced at the tabby that prowled the flat’s shadows. She could not help but smile despite herself; his name had always been a joke between them. “You can’t just waltz in, Lucien, with this… this agenda.” Lucien’s smile widened, a flash of teeth that seemed too sharp for his polished exterior. “I’m not waltzing, Aurora,” he said, stepping closer until the space between them shivered with static. “I’m forcing a change. If we work together, perhaps we can stitch the torn seams of this world before the darkness comes for us all.” He placed a hand on the edge of a cluttered desk, the wood rough under his nails. “And maybe, just maybe, we can find a way for you not to carry that scar alone.” She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, the old pull pulling her towards him, a magnetic force that defied logic. The air thickened with the scent of copper, metallic and faintly sweet, as if something primal had been released from the depths of the city’s veins. “You always wanted to protect,” she said, her voice trembling just enough to betray the calm she tried to project. “But you also left me to drown in a sea of unfinished prayers.” A laugh, low and almost musical, escaped him. “We all have prayers, Rory. Mine are louder, but they’re still prayers.” He reached into his coat and produced a small, intricately carved box, dark wood inlaid with silver vines that seemed to pulse with an inner light. “Inside is a binding contract. It’s an offering—your name, my blood. Together, we can seal whatever monster threatens this city. No more secrets.” Her heart hammered against her ribs as she took the box, the weight of it oddly comforting. She opened it cautiously, peering inside to find a single, polished obsidian shard that seemed to drink in the dim light. The shard was warm to the touch, resonating with a low hum that made the flat’s single bulb flicker. “What does it do?” she asked, a tremor in her voice that made the question sound more like a plea. Lucien’s fingers brushed hers as he took the shard, his skin cool against hers, the contrast sending a jolt through both of them. “It can open a doorway, but it can also close one. It can bind a half‑demon’s power to a mortal’s will, to use as a shield. It can protect you, if you’re brave enough to wield it.” He lowered his voice, conspiratorial and intimate. “It can also bind us, Aurora. To whatever we chose to become.” For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause, the world narrowing to the space between their faces—the blue of her eyes meeting the amber and black of his. The city’s distant sirens wailed, a reminder that life beyond these walls continued unabated, oblivious to the storm brewing behind the closed door. Then a sudden, sharp crash shattered the fragile calm. The front door slammed shut with a force that sent a shudder through the floorboards, and a cold gust surged in, carrying with it a whisper that slipped through the crack: “You shouldn’t have opened that door.” Lucien’s eyes snapped toward the hallway, his hand flying to the cane’s concealed blade. “We’re not alone,” he warned, his voice hardening like steel. “There’s something else waiting. It’s been watching us from the shadows, hungry for the opening we might create.” Aurora’s breath caught, the realization settling like a stone in her gut. The scar on her wrist tingled, an echo of the accident that had once left her trembling in a hospital bed. She felt a surge of adrenaline, the same rush she had felt when she had first taken to the streets delivering meals for Golden Empress, racing against traffic, heart pounding in her chest. “What do we do?” she asked, the question now a command, her voice firm and sharp. He tilted his head, eyes narrowing as he studied the box, the obsidian shard, the trembling cat, and the faint, lingering scent of copper. “We close it,” he said, voice edged with resolve. “We seal this gate before whatever waits on the other side steps through.” She nodded, her mind racing. “Then we need to find the sigil that matches the coordinates. We’ve got the list. We need to decode it, fast. I’ll need your help on the arcane side, and you’ll need my... insight into the legal loopholes that protect us.” She let out a breath that seemed to carry years of grief and hope intertwined. Lucien’s smile faded, replaced by a grim determination. “Agreed,” he said. “But first, we need to secure the area. If the cat is a sentinel, it will only warn us once.” He turned toward the hallway, cane tapping rhythmically, each tap echoing like a heartbeat. “Come on, then. Let’s finish what we started.” She moved past him, the weight of the box heavy in her palm, the scar on her wrist pulsing like a beacon. As they stepped onto the hallway, a soft click sounded behind them—the sound of the flat’s deadbolt engaging on its own. The lock was a stubborn, ancient thing, its mechanisms whirring with a familiarity that seemed almost sentient. The sound stopped abruptly, as if the lock itself held its breath. “Did you…?” Lucien began, but the words were cut off by a sudden, guttural growl that resonated from the very walls. The lights flickered, casting violent shadows that danced across the scattered papers and books. The tabby cat hissed, its fur bristling, as an unseen presence made itself known. Aurora’s eyes narrowed, and in that instant the room seemed to split—half in the present, half in the memories of a night when promises had been whispered under a bridge over the Thames, when his hand had brushed hers and the world had seemed to tilt. “It’s now or never,” she said, grabbing his arm, the cane’s metal biting into her palm. “If we don’t act, we’ll both be lost.” Lucien’s grip tightened, his fingers digging into the flesh of her forearm. “Then let’s do it, together,” he replied, his voice a low promise that reverberated through the cracked plaster of the flat. “For us, for the city, for the shattered pieces of who we used to be.” The scene froze at that moment—two figures, a half‑demon and a human with a scar on her wrist, standing shoulder‑to‑shoulder against an unseen threat that lingered in the doorway above. The air crackled with anticipation, the promise of love tangled with the dread of what lay beyond the sealed gate. And then, from somewhere deep within the walls, a low rumble rose, like distant thunder that hinted at an impending storm, as if the very foundations of the city were straining under the weight of their decision. The door behind them shuddered, the lock groaning, and the sound of something breaking echoed through the hallway, a relentless, relentless crash that promised no turning back. She clenched her jaw, feeling the scar throb, and whispered, “Whatever comes next, we’ll face it together.” The words hung in the stale air, a promise forged in fire and fear, as the flat trembled at the edge of an unseen abyss.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags29
adverbTagCount1
adverbTags
0"he said softly [softly]"
dialogueSentences46
tagDensity0.63
leniency1
rawRatio0.034
effectiveRatio0.034
87.78% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2046
totalAiIsmAdverbs5
found
0
adverb"suddenly"
count1
1
adverb"softly"
count1
2
adverb"cautiously"
count1
3
adverb"very"
count2
highlights
0"suddenly"
1"softly"
2"cautiously"
3"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)
9.58% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
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totalAiIsms37
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word"flicker"
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word"weight"
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word"glint"
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word"silence"
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word"tension"
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word"pulse"
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word"echoed"
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word"magnetic"
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word"depths"
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word"comforting"
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word"reminder"
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word"shattered"
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word"resonated"
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word"reverberated"
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word"anticipation"
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word"throb"
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word"trembled"
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5"silence"
6"tension"
7"pulse"
8"echoed"
9"magnetic"
10"depths"
11"comforting"
12"reminder"
13"shattered"
14"whisper"
15"echo"
16"racing"
17"pounding"
18"resolve"
19"sentinel"
20"echoing"
21"beacon"
22"resonated"
23"flickered"
24"reverberated"
25"anticipation"
26"throb"
27"trembled"
33.33% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches3
maxInWindow3
found
0
label"let out a breath"
count1
1
label"eyes widened/narrowed"
count1
2
label"clenched jaw/fists"
count1
highlights
0"let out a breath"
1"eyes narrowed"
2"clenched her jaw"
92.11% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells3
narrationSentences76
matches
0"a flicker of disbelief"
1"d with resolve"
2"d with anticipation"
0.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount7
narrationSentences76
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches
0"seemed to"
1"tried to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences94
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen56
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords1
totalWords2035
ratio0
matches
0"AR-342‑7‑R"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions27
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
100.00% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions23
wordCount1426
uniqueNames12
maxNameDensity0.63
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity1
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Lucien9
Moreau1
Aurora4
Cardiff1
French1
Latin1
Old1
Bailey1
Jennifer1
Golden1
Empress1
Thames1
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Old"
4"Bailey"
5"Jennifer"
6"Empress"
places
0"Cardiff"
1"French"
2"Thames"
globalScore1
windowScore1
0.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences73
glossingSentenceCount6
matches
0"as if testing the weight of the name upon her tongue"
1"as if warning them of unseen eyes watching"
2"vines that seemed to pulse with an inner light"
3"shard that seemed to drink in the dim light"
4"breath that seemed to carry years of grief and hope intertwined"
5"seemed almost sentient"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2035
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount0
totalSentences94
matches(empty)
25.93% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs30
mean67.83
std16.33
cv0.241
sampleLengths
081
187
254
381
466
549
669
748
886
985
1065
1194
1290
1380
1469
1577
1679
1796
1842
1982
2046
2161
2253
2372
2449
2570
2648
2750
2864
2942
96.03% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount2
totalSentences76
matches
0"been released"
1"been whispered"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount1
totalVerbs223
matches
0"were straining"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount9
semicolonCount2
flaggedSentences9
totalSentences94
ratio0.096
matches
0"He wore his tailored charcoal suit, the cut impeccable enough to catch the weak light that filtered from the single bulb above the sink, his heterochromatic eyes—amber in the left, black as midnight in the right—fixing on Aurora with an intensity that made the room feel suddenly colder."
1"“Your mother’s old friend, Mrs. Ellis, once told you that the city’s veins are more than subway lines; they’re conduits. This… this is a conduit that leads straight to Avaros.”"
2"He looked away, his gaze drifting to a battered photograph pinned to the wall—her mother, Jennifer, teaching a class of eager children."
3"The cat—never seen before—paused at the edge of the doorway, eyes glittering amber, as if warning them of unseen eyes watching."
4"She could not help but smile despite herself; his name had always been a joke between them."
5"For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause, the world narrowing to the space between their faces—the blue of her eyes meeting the amber and black of his."
6"As they stepped onto the hallway, a soft click sounded behind them—the sound of the flat’s deadbolt engaging on its own."
7"Aurora’s eyes narrowed, and in that instant the room seemed to split—half in the present, half in the memories of a night when promises had been whispered under a bridge over the Thames, when his hand had brushed hers and the world had seemed to tilt."
8"The scene froze at that moment—two figures, a half‑demon and a human with a scar on her wrist, standing shoulder‑to‑shoulder against an unseen threat that lingered in the doorway above."
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1401
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount33
adverbRatio0.023554603854389723
lyAdverbCount9
lyAdverbRatio0.006423982869379015
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences94
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences94
mean21.65
std11.04
cv0.51
sampleLengths
033
148
234
318
424
511
610
744
834
922
1013
1112
1214
1339
1413
1519
1615
1715
1839
1930
2019
2120
229
2320
2439
2527
2634
2712
2821
2918
3022
316
3237
3323
3421
3523
3617
3710
3815
3916
4042
4117
4221
4326
4420
4513
468
4738
4823
4917
40.43% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats9
diversityRatio0.2978723404255319
totalSentences94
uniqueOpeners28
44.44% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount1
totalSentences75
matches
0"Then a sudden, sharp crash"
ratio0.013
1.33% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount41
totalSentences75
matches
0"He wore his tailored charcoal"
1"She turned, the pages of"
2"Her straight black hair fell"
3"she said, her voice steady"
4"He smiled, a thin line"
5"He set his cane against"
6"She crossed the room, each"
7"she asked, the question hanging"
8"He lifted a hand, fingers"
9"She opened the paper, the"
10"she demanded, voice rising just"
11"he replied, his tone low,"
12"She stared at him, the"
13"she asked, the words tasting"
14"He paused, letting the admission"
15"She remembered the night they"
16"she whispered, the words barely"
17"He looked away, his gaze"
18"he said softly"
19"She could not help but"
ratio0.547
0.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount71
totalSentences75
matches
0"The door swung open, a"
1"He wore his tailored charcoal"
2"She turned, the pages of"
3"Her straight black hair fell"
4"she said, her voice steady"
5"He smiled, a thin line"
6"He set his cane against"
7"The silence lingered, heavy as"
8"She crossed the room, each"
9"she asked, the question hanging"
10"Lucien leaned against the doorframe,"
11"He lifted a hand, fingers"
12"She opened the paper, the"
13"The words were a list"
14"she demanded, voice rising just"
15"he replied, his tone low,"
16"She stared at him, the"
17"she asked, the words tasting"
18"Lucien’s hand slipped to the"
19"He paused, letting the admission"
ratio0.947
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences75
matches(empty)
ratio0
0.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences43
technicalSentenceCount16
matches
0"He wore his tailored charcoal suit, the cut impeccable enough to catch the weak light that filtered from the single bulb above the sink, his heterochromatic eye…"
1"She opened the paper, the ink smeared by rainwater that had seeped through her coat in the night’s downpour."
2"She remembered the night they had stood on the roof of the Old Bailey, her breath ragged, his warm hand on her arm, the promise of a future that felt both impos…"
3"He looked away, his gaze drifting to a battered photograph pinned to the wall—her mother, Jennifer, teaching a class of eager children."
4"A sudden clatter echoed from the hallway, a rusted metal bin toppling as a stray cat vaulted past, its tail flicking in agitation."
5"The cat—never seen before—paused at the edge of the doorway, eyes glittering amber, as if warning them of unseen eyes watching."
6"She felt the heat rising in her cheeks, the old pull pulling her towards him, a magnetic force that defied logic."
7"The air thickened with the scent of copper, metallic and faintly sweet, as if something primal had been released from the depths of the city’s veins."
8"She opened it cautiously, peering inside to find a single, polished obsidian shard that seemed to drink in the dim light."
9"The shard was warm to the touch, resonating with a low hum that made the flat’s single bulb flicker."
10"For a heartbeat, time seemed to pause, the world narrowing to the space between their faces—the blue of her eyes meeting the amber and black of his."
11"The lock was a stubborn, ancient thing, its mechanisms whirring with a familiarity that seemed almost sentient."
12"The lights flickered, casting violent shadows that danced across the scattered papers and books."
13"The scene froze at that moment—two figures, a half‑demon and a human with a scar on her wrist, standing shoulder‑to‑shoulder against an unseen threat that linge…"
14"And then, from somewhere deep within the walls, a low rumble rose, like distant thunder that hinted at an impending storm, as if the very foundations of the cit…"
15"The door behind them shuddered, the lock groaning, and the sound of something breaking echoed through the hallway, a relentless, relentless crash that promised …"
21.55% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags29
uselessAdditionCount6
matches
0"she asked, the question hanging between them like a taut string"
1"she demanded, voice rising just enough to cut through the lingering tension"
2"he warned, his voice hardening like steel"
3"he said, voice edged with resolve"
4"He turned, cane tapping rhythmically, each tap echoing like a heartbeat"
5"Lucien began, but the words were cut off by a sudden, guttural growl that resonated from the very walls"
63.04% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags17
fancyCount4
fancyTags
0"she demanded (demand)"
1"she whispered (whisper)"
2"Aurora muttered (mutter)"
3"he warned (warn)"
dialogueSentences46
tagDensity0.37
leniency0.739
rawRatio0.235
effectiveRatio0.174
60.5184%