Run: 2026-05-27-01KSMEZ4K3Z6GDPH7APTWBAVFW

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Duration:
1m 19s
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$0.002730
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Parasail

Model input

System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Mystery 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="4414" name="Eva Kowalski" aliases="Eva, Evie" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Best Friend"> <eyeColor>green</eyeColor> <hair>curly red</hair> <height>5'4"</height> <age>26</age> <glasses>round glasses</glasses> <satchel>worn leather satchel full of books</satchel> <freckles>freckled complexion</freckles> <nervousHabit>tucking hair behind her left ear</nervousHabit> <description>Aurora's childhood friend and an occult researcher.</description> <backstory>Moved to London two years before Aurora and works as a research assistant at the British Museum's restricted archives. She holds a master's degree in Ancient History from Oxford.</backstory> </character> <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> <item id="2004" name="Veil Compass" aliases="the Compass, shadow compass" type="Tool" origin="The Veil Market"> <casingMaterial>small brass compass</casingMaterial> <faceMarkings>face etched with protective sigils</faceMarkings> <needle>points toward the nearest supernatural rift or portal</needle> <patina>casing has a patina of verdigris</patina> <creator>crafted by a Shade artisan</creator> <description>A compass attuned to supernatural energy.</description> </item> </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 mystery genre. A detective arrives at a crime scene in an unusual location. Something is wrong — the evidence doesn't add up. A colleague is present, offering a different interpretation. Through careful observation and deduction, the detective begins to see what others have missed. 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 scream echoed through the abandoned Tube station, banging off crumbling tiles and diving into darkness that hadn't seen sunlight in decades. Detective Harlow Quinn surged forward, her torch beam cutting a swathe through the gloom. The musty scent of damp earth filled her nostrils as she descended further into the forgotten Network bed. "Another tourist's mistake," constable Davies muttered from behind her. "Got lost, took a wrong turn, probably never even made it to the Market proper." Quinn didn't answer. Her worn leather watch band slapped against her wrist with each step down the spiral iron staircase. The beam of her torch caught something on the cracked concrete floor— foreigners in this part of the Network: pristine white trainers, sporting tiny university logos, far too clean and new for the drizzly London streets above. "Bristol Poly," she said, bending to examine one. "Student vacation spending or something dodgy in the shopping centres." "Nobody downtown wears trainers this clean, boss," Davies replied. "All professionals even when they aren't. streetwise." The scream came again, closer this time, but muffled now, as if coming through thick smoke rather than half-dried air. "Elderly sort of a scream," Quinn noted, striding forward with military precision. "Sometimes the youth of today can do a convincing old person impression, but they prefer shouting simpler things. Save your breath for shrieking profanities." Davies swallowed nervously. "The Market's in this station this month, like always. Full moon's tomorrow. Didn't see any signs they'd closed it down tomorrow." Quinn's torch bumped against a concourse wall covered with centuries—if stickers and tags were years—in decaying urban graffiti. But among the crude drawings and gang signs, her beam captured something else: near-invisible protective symbols etched between the layers of peeling paint. "These are fresh," she said, more to herself than her colleague. "Warded this entry point recently. Probably a new run in the last day or two. That scream's not a tourist lost." "Shall I call for back-up, Detective?" "Back-up to what." Quinn shook her head without turning. "We both know what this is about. Some student's been experimenting and found out first-hand what happens when you tangle with things you don't understand." They emerged onto what had once been a passenger platform, now transformed. Stalls stretched under specialist lighting— tarnished brass pots and copper vessels bubbled with suspicious liquids. Traditional shooter bows rested among crates of candles moulded into ghoulish shapes. "Our guy's back there." Davies pointed his own much smaller torch into the ticket hall beyond the platform. "Cornered himself something." The shadows danced at the edges of their torchlight, and Harlow Quinn was reminded of three years ago—another dark place, another scream, another body that didn't add up. On September 12th, 2021. That was the date her partner Morris went missing. Dashboard's still blank where his name once was. Quinn's background in supernatural crime gave her a unique perspective in the Metropolitan Police, though not many colleagues shared her conviction that the Veil Market existed. She'd earned every decoration on her otherwise plain uniform these eighteen years chasing shadows that others dismissed as urban legends. "Stay sharp," she murmured, drawing her torch closer to the entrance of the ticket hall. The warded symbols continued here, more elaborate— meticulous geometric patterns covering every inch of wall space from doorway to ceiling, unbroken except for... Quinn stopped, her hand instinctively going toward the service weapon at her hip. A small section of undermingled wall had been casually ripped away, with symbols hastily etched over the damage with inefficient strokes. "It doesn't make sense," she said, fomenting to something her colleague couldn'tpossibly see. "The warding shouldn't be coming from *inside*." "Detective, there's... " Davies started, but she cut him off with a gesture. "Later." They found the body—or what was left of it—in the centre of the ticket hall where two walls had been broken into to produce narrow, branching tunnels. BP student—mid-twenties, blonde hair combed neatly, uni lanyard still around his neck. But his chest cavity was gone, excision precise and surgical, eye sockets both empty, nose a double dark hole like a second mouth. "Damn freak accident," Davies said, turning away. "Tried to sell fake crystal balls to marketizens? Funnier.” The young man had worn university of Bristol. "Was." Quinn ignored him, hunkering down to examine the unusual injuries. Besides, left hip was the entry wound of a small-calibre bullet, neat hole, relatively low impact— A vicious, unnatural expulsion of air from behind told her she was too late. "Dreamed up some university fresher horror scenario again, Davies?" she said, quickly spinning around, expert hand already ordnance drawn. "Don't like me questioning your forgotten logic worry?" Quinn's colleague lay sprawled awkwardly across a pile of old bricks amidst a pool of growing blood. He wasn't dead, but he wasn't moving— a large tear in his torso, blood gushing steadily, dazed expression plastered across his face. "Dreamer creepy?" He tried to laugh but ended up coughing. "Found…the…charger?" "Where?" She scanned the darkness around them. The shadows had somehow deepened further, almost seeming to pool at the base of eachsupport column, although no source of light glared. Davies pointed with a shaking hand away from the body, toward a heap of accumulated junk in a corner of the ticket hall. "In…the…tool crate." "The police carry personal electrical?" "He... said... he was fixing…the…acid…pool." But Davies's eyes drifted fearfully to the darkest corner of the room, beyond the student body, beyond the broken walls. Quinn had known countless crimes in the eighteen years of her service— mysteries from sudden deaths to highlighted gang killings perpetually sequelizing right in front of her—but this place, this underground market, the Veil Market, was something completely other. Terrifying sounds emanated from the deepest of the newly cut holes, whispers and innumerable clicking coming through centuries-aged concrete bricks as if someone was gnawing through them— or breaking through from the other side. Quinn holstered her weapon and fished in her pocket for her personal second— a small brass compass with protective symbols etched along its face. It didn't point north, never had— instead pointing toward supernatural rifts and portals like a proper hero from that cheesy American television show she watched too much of late at night when she was covering life witness for a dragover. A faint green burned along the needle, brightening steadily as she circled the ticket hall, following the snaking lines of symbols painted across walls. Then it steadily began pointing toward the fresh wall damage, skipping the old area but pointing clearly, authoritatively at the authenticity of the ripped brickwork— the visible holes from what looked like a hasty, violent exit. What was behind that shoddy concealing— whatever had torn through vulnerable protective warding symbols meant to keep dangerous things out? Quinn kept her torch trained on that section of damaged wall as she lowered herself close to the journal she'd brought enquiry, opening it to a new blank page. After sketching several symbols from her surroundings, she crossed the hall to Davies's wounded form carefully. "Looks bad, braham. Maybe try to compress?" she murmured, applying bandage from her first aid kit, watching the shallow breathing. "Feel where bullet landed, found wound?" "I'll... live. Cardinal sin," he gasped. "This is personal, ain't it?" "Personal?" Quinn asked, compressing the wound as carefully as possible while eye always kept on that section of exposed wall. "My university. My lanyard. My..." his voice trailed as Quinn frowned, green eyes cutting quickly across the crime scene again. Then lightning— no, not literal lightning strike, just inquisitor's developing resolution. Her eyes exploded with sharp understanding: the body, neatly lodged position, the damage to warding symbols, and now Davies's university identification— No. Not serious Davies's. Marginally Quinn's quedaba, when she rechecked, but unfortunately, the second casual identification. She pushed all thoughts of panic aside. She knew what Davies did not. All eight homicide victims try to rip through such magical wards— including the perp her in her condunglesance—I'm done then? Quinn stood suddenly, torch tracing new lines along the inner walls of the foundational location— searching the perimeter for any false escapes or emergency exits, finding them as asidiveative as specialists executives trendily suggested. Her compass needle suddenly pulsing violently, swinging erratically, trying to pull itself toward the newly broken wall. Some upside-down rift into something else— some space beneath the market, beneath London, something not the Network. "There's no way out that directionween in this." Her voice soundern, firm but deliberate. "Can you see, Davies? No antechamber exactly?" Davies shook his head, grimacing as she nearly finished a suitcase of tourniquet. "Nothing but darkness after those holes," he slurred. "Painful, though. trying...to..." But Quinn ignored these last mumblings. This was not about saving her colleague— he was beyond serious dropping, quickly anyway. This was about solving what appeared now, beyond all doubt, to have happened to the University of Bristol refreshing attempt's true date. Slowly, torching cutting through fraudulent darkness, she approached the obviously home-made escape—to where she didn't hastily know, must dreadfully concede. Quinn's distinguishmentesmilated from normal policeman, as anybody grating remaining confucion understands—and her conclusions must have been worthy, all laughing the similarities must have been wrong. Other victims found in similar circumstances could not eat salt and profound wrapping genuine evidence as she had. But who remains unchallenged pendance? She heard more whispering and frantic movement from the darkness beyond the fresh wall damage, sounds making no sense to human ears, but already her compass pointed outlingency. The pattern was where recovering investigation disproportioned— nearly identically positioned each time— where the protection symbols had been hastily damaged each previous occasion— where the entrance of something Unearthly was teetering against tertiary waring upwardliminenceline. Unusual concentric circles carved into wall near the university dismissal, beside the unidentified mini-tools. Could there be something related to the compass included? Unrecognized ritualistic patterns—which synchronised both good times she had observed— in exactly the misleading theory she had bug tali indeed, the truth must have included. Quinn's hand instinctively tightened, near weapon again, but this reality calls for different preparation. Was— who left such simple yet crude deductions disguised as accomplices? Who set the scene when she had realised the truth firmly, though she knew police hearings heard rumours, and they believed incorrect beliefs. This ultimately fell unavoidable, her bright torch finally finding etched symbols on the fresh damage— unrecognizable mostly, built of simple letters and circles, but three lines— chosenuffericiatu sculpted from ancient— veiled wandering erase lie quite unrecognized. Could relatively understand—to stopping now definitely then? Quinn turned suddenly, seeing veiled home wild and improbable theories appeared correct again evidently, if she could analyse correctly this strange overnight watermarked. Leaving Davies's her unfinished vigils, she moved swiftly across the ticket hall, green eyes gleaming with paranoid brightness— toward above torn symbols, among inch-breaking newcomers' tunnels left behind by witnesses. Compass pulled desperately now, nearly tearing free from her breast pocket. Only one cannot simply always leave unfortunate neglect of crucial analysis behind—no matter simple joy of cerebral adventure and cheap blame at supernaturals. "That's it, then," she breathed, pulling a fraying rope from her emergency pack. "Simple pendant knocking now." She ran toward the damaged wall, compass somehow stranger now— even the Veil Compass strange and true—refusing to point anywhere ordinary. The whispers became voices, the darkness crawled to life, but it did not matter what was behind those incomplete will-curse words. Not anymore. She fumbled with metal detachment device from equipment case after hurried searches through duel-breather uselesses— but stupid games distracting already meant game catching alive again. And Fugitivities cost survival extent. Quinn reached the final secret spot still confused, thinking about these senseless criminal moments, about Morris lost in similar dark parallel reality always haunts. Heart pounding, she wedged her torch into a crevice, large branded letter B etching into wall— University identifying. Conversely— fictional truth and whispered legends disappeared and final, enigmatic perception— unresolved indeed, as declined punishment final, shocking correct reasoning purchases. Intriguingly, some unusual in her final maze tunnel— nothing Vampire little magic, really far-fetched evils certainly justified. Refusal obviously screwing standard conclusions. It was never quite simplified deluders— these or greater Veil puzzles. Curtain, homestead— some in Calderstones traditional weird preferomat? She twisted a final ancient can, but manipulation made no sense sometimes. Expressively, cleanup finalised, cleaning up like none imagination— typically breakfast fluffle ending anchorage— transition transfer— and desperately full circle wrought excuse— bizarre transformations again—in brilliant spectacular verification glimpse—simultaneously remaining wonderfully weird contradictory— clearing escape explanation— brilliant born belief always misunderstood futility loss.
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Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags22
adverbTagCount2
adverbTags
0"But Davies's eyes drifted fearfully [fearfully]"
1"unfinished vigils she moved swiftly [swiftly]"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.5
leniency1
rawRatio0.091
effectiveRatio0.091
71.54% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2108
totalAiIsmAdverbs12
found
0
adverb"nervously"
count1
1
adverb"quickly"
count3
2
adverb"completely"
count1
3
adverb"carefully"
count2
4
adverb"suddenly"
count3
5
adverb"slowly"
count1
6
adverb"really"
count1
highlights
0"nervously"
1"quickly"
2"completely"
3"carefully"
4"suddenly"
5"slowly"
6"really"
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)
57.31% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2108
totalAiIsms18
found
0
word"echoed"
count1
1
word"gloom"
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word"pristine"
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word"etched"
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word"crystal"
count1
5
word"amidst"
count1
6
word"scanned"
count1
7
word"tracing"
count1
8
word"profound"
count1
9
word"firmly"
count1
10
word"gleaming"
count1
11
word"pounding"
count1
12
word"etching"
count1
13
word"enigmatic"
count1
14
word"standard"
count1
highlights
0"echoed"
1"gloom"
2"pristine"
3"etched"
4"crystal"
5"amidst"
6"scanned"
7"tracing"
8"profound"
9"firmly"
10"gleaming"
11"pounding"
12"etching"
13"enigmatic"
14"standard"
100.00% Cliché density
Target: ≤1 cliche(s) per 800-word window
totalCliches0
maxInWindow0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% Emotion telling (show vs. tell)
Target: ≤3% sentences with emotion telling
emotionTells0
narrationSentences111
matches(empty)
91.38% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount3
narrationSentences111
filterMatches
0"watch"
hedgeMatches
0"tried to"
1"try to"
2"happened to"
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences133
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen44
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans1
markdownWords1
totalWords2092
ratio0
matches
0"inside"
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions22
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
83.33% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions66
wordCount1805
uniqueNames20
maxNameDensity1.22
worstName"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity2.5
worstWindowName"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Tube1
Harlow2
Quinn22
Network3
Davies14
London2
September1
Morris2
Metropolitan1
Police1
Veil4
Market2
Bristol2
American1
University2
Unearthly1
Compass2
Fugitivities1
Vampire1
Calderstones1
persons
0"Harlow"
1"Quinn"
2"Davies"
3"Morris"
4"Market"
5"Compass"
places
0"London"
1"Metropolitan"
2"University"
3"Calderstones"
globalScore0.891
windowScore0.833
47.96% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences98
glossingSentenceCount4
matches
0"as if coming through thick smoke rather than half-dried air"
1"looked like a hasty, violent exit"
2"approached the obviously home-made escape—to"
3"appeared correct again evidently, if she could analyse correctly this strange overnight watermarked"
4"correct again evidently, if she could analy"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2092
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences133
matches
0"on that section"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs76
mean27.53
std15.66
cv0.569
sampleLengths
054
124
257
318
416
520
636
724
841
932
106
1134
1239
1321
1449
1546
1638
1734
1820
1913
201
2162
2216
239
2426
2514
2627
2739
2811
2929
3023
312
325
3325
3439
3534
3664
3760
3820
3945
4026
4111
4220
4320
4432
451
463
4725
4820
4934
95.78% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount3
totalSentences111
matches
0"was reminded"
1"been broken"
2"was gone"
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount4
totalVerbs286
matches
0"wasn't moving"
1"was gnawing"
2"was covering"
3"was teetering"
0.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount57
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences38
totalSentences133
ratio0.286
matches
0"The beam of her torch caught something on the cracked concrete floor— foreigners in this part of the Network: pristine white trainers, sporting tiny university logos, far too clean and new for the drizzly London streets above."
1"Quinn's torch bumped against a concourse wall covered with centuries—if stickers and tags were years—in decaying urban graffiti."
2"Stalls stretched under specialist lighting— tarnished brass pots and copper vessels bubbled with suspicious liquids."
3"The shadows danced at the edges of their torchlight, and Harlow Quinn was reminded of three years ago—another dark place, another scream, another body that didn't add up."
4"The warded symbols continued here, more elaborate— meticulous geometric patterns covering every inch of wall space from doorway to ceiling, unbroken except for..."
5"They found the body—or what was left of it—in the centre of the ticket hall where two walls had been broken into to produce narrow, branching tunnels."
6"BP student—mid-twenties, blonde hair combed neatly, uni lanyard still around his neck."
7"Besides, left hip was the entry wound of a small-calibre bullet, neat hole, relatively low impact—"
8"He wasn't dead, but he wasn't moving— a large tear in his torso, blood gushing steadily, dazed expression plastered across his face."
9"Quinn had known countless crimes in the eighteen years of her service— mysteries from sudden deaths to highlighted gang killings perpetually sequelizing right in front of her—but this place, this underground market, the Veil Market, was something completely other."
10"Terrifying sounds emanated from the deepest of the newly cut holes, whispers and innumerable clicking coming through centuries-aged concrete bricks as if someone was gnawing through them— or breaking through from the other side."
11"Quinn holstered her weapon and fished in her pocket for her personal second— a small brass compass with protective symbols etched along its face."
12"It didn't point north, never had— instead pointing toward supernatural rifts and portals like a proper hero from that cheesy American television show she watched too much of late at night when she was covering life witness for a dragover."
13"Then it steadily began pointing toward the fresh wall damage, skipping the old area but pointing clearly, authoritatively at the authenticity of the ripped brickwork— the visible holes from what looked like a hasty, violent exit."
14"What was behind that shoddy concealing— whatever had torn through vulnerable protective warding symbols meant to keep dangerous things out?"
15"Then lightning— no, not literal lightning strike, just inquisitor's developing resolution."
16"Her eyes exploded with sharp understanding: the body, neatly lodged position, the damage to warding symbols, and now Davies's university identification—"
17"All eight homicide victims try to rip through such magical wards— including the perp her in her condunglesance—I'm done then?"
18"Quinn stood suddenly, torch tracing new lines along the inner walls of the foundational location— searching the perimeter for any false escapes or emergency exits, finding them as asidiveative as specialists executives trendily suggested."
19"Some upside-down rift into something else— some space beneath the market, beneath London, something not the Network."
20"This was not about saving her colleague— he was beyond serious dropping, quickly anyway."
21"Slowly, torching cutting through fraudulent darkness, she approached the obviously home-made escape—to where she didn't hastily know, must dreadfully concede."
22"Quinn's distinguishmentesmilated from normal policeman, as anybody grating remaining confucion understands—and her conclusions must have been worthy, all laughing the similarities must have been wrong."
23"The pattern was where recovering investigation disproportioned— nearly identically positioned each time— where the protection symbols had been hastily damaged each previous occasion— where the entrance of something Unearthly was teetering against tertiary waring upwardliminenceline."
24"Unrecognized ritualistic patterns—which synchronised both good times she had observed— in exactly the misleading theory she had bug tali indeed, the truth must have included."
25"Was— who left such simple yet crude deductions disguised as accomplices?"
26"This ultimately fell unavoidable, her bright torch finally finding etched symbols on the fresh damage— unrecognizable mostly, built of simple letters and circles, but three lines— chosenuffericiatu sculpted from ancient— veiled wandering erase lie quite unrecognized."
27"Could relatively understand—to stopping now definitely then?"
28"Leaving Davies's her unfinished vigils, she moved swiftly across the ticket hall, green eyes gleaming with paranoid brightness— toward above torn symbols, among inch-breaking newcomers' tunnels left behind by witnesses."
29"Only one cannot simply always leave unfortunate neglect of crucial analysis behind—no matter simple joy of cerebral adventure and cheap blame at supernaturals."
30"She ran toward the damaged wall, compass somehow stranger now— even the Veil Compass strange and true—refusing to point anywhere ordinary."
31"She fumbled with metal detachment device from equipment case after hurried searches through duel-breather uselesses— but stupid games distracting already meant game catching alive again."
32"Heart pounding, she wedged her torch into a crevice, large branded letter B etching into wall— University identifying."
33"Conversely— fictional truth and whispered legends disappeared and final, enigmatic perception— unresolved indeed, as declined punishment final, shocking correct reasoning purchases."
34"Intriguingly, some unusual in her final maze tunnel— nothing Vampire little magic, really far-fetched evils certainly justified."
35"It was never quite simplified deluders— these or greater Veil puzzles."
36"Curtain, homestead— some in Calderstones traditional weird preferomat?"
37"Expressively, cleanup finalised, cleaning up like none imagination— typically breakfast fluffle ending anchorage— transition transfer— and desperately full circle wrought excuse— bizarre transformations again—in brilliant spectacular verification glimpse—simultaneously remaining wonderfully weird contradictory— clearing escape explanation— brilliant born belief always misunderstood futility loss."
58.83% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount1553
adjectiveStacks2
stackExamples
0"elaborate— meticulous geometric patterns"
1"centuries-aged concrete bricks"
adverbCount93
adverbRatio0.05988409529942048
lyAdverbCount53
lyAdverbRatio0.03412749517063748
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences133
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences133
mean15.73
std9.32
cv0.593
sampleLengths
022
114
218
39
415
53
617
737
88
910
109
117
1220
1312
1424
153
1621
1718
1823
1911
2021
216
229
2325
2412
2515
2612
2718
283
2928
304
319
328
3326
3420
3515
3623
3713
3821
3913
407
4113
421
4327
4412
4523
467
479
488
491
97.49% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats2
diversityRatio0.5939849624060151
totalSentences133
uniqueOpeners79
100.00% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount8
totalSentences106
matches
0"Then it steadily began pointing"
1"Then lightning— no, not literal"
2"Marginally Quinn's quedaba, when she"
3"Slowly, torching cutting through fraudulent"
4"Only one cannot simply always"
5"Conversely— fictional truth and whispered"
6"Intriguingly, some unusual in her"
7"Expressively, cleanup finalised, cleaning up"
ratio0.075
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount26
totalSentences106
matches
0"Her worn leather watch band"
1"she said, bending to examine"
2"she said, more to herself"
3"They emerged onto what had"
4"She'd earned every decoration on"
5"she murmured, drawing her torch"
6"she said, fomenting to something"
7"They found the body—or what"
8"she said, quickly spinning around,"
9"He wasn't dead, but he"
10"He tried to laugh but"
11"She scanned the darkness around"
12"It didn't point north, never"
13"she murmured, applying bandage from"
14"his voice trailed as Quinn"
15"Her eyes exploded with sharp"
16"She pushed all thoughts of"
17"She knew what Davies did"
18"Her compass needle suddenly pulsing"
19"Her voice soundern, firm but"
ratio0.245
100.00% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount76
totalSentences106
matches
0"The scream echoed through the"
1"Detective Harlow Quinn surged forward,"
2"The musty scent of damp"
3"constable Davies muttered from behind"
4"Quinn didn't answer."
5"Her worn leather watch band"
6"The beam of her torch"
7"she said, bending to examine"
8"The scream came again, closer"
9"Quinn noted, striding forward with"
10"Davies swallowed nervously."
11"Quinn's torch bumped against a"
12"she said, more to herself"
13"Quinn shook her head without"
14"They emerged onto what had"
15"Stalls stretched under specialist lighting—"
16"Davies pointed his own much"
17"The shadows danced at the"
18"That was the date her"
19"Dashboard's still blank where his"
ratio0.717
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences106
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences70
technicalSentenceCount4
matches
0"The scream echoed through the abandoned Tube station, banging off crumbling tiles and diving into darkness that hadn't seen sunlight in decades."
1"The scream came again, closer this time, but muffled now, as if coming through thick smoke rather than half-dried air."
2"Terrifying sounds emanated from the deepest of the newly cut holes, whispers and innumerable clicking coming through centuries-aged concrete bricks as if someon…"
3"Unrecognized ritualistic patterns—which synchronised both good times she had observed— in exactly the misleading theory she had bug tali indeed, the truth must …"
79.55% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags22
uselessAdditionCount2
matches
0"she said, bending to examine one"
1"she said, more to herself than her colleague"
0.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags14
fancyCount7
fancyTags
0"constable Davies muttered (mutter)"
1"Quinn noted (note)"
2"she murmured (murmur)"
3"she murmured (murmur)"
4"he gasped (gasp)"
5"he slurred (slur)"
6"she breathed (breathe)"
dialogueSentences44
tagDensity0.318
leniency0.636
rawRatio0.5
effectiveRatio0.318
82.7720%