Run: 2026-07-01-01KWE9ZFSN2R39Z65R5W82HTAZ

Run Details

Model:: Claude Sonnet 5 (Reasoning, Low)
Test:: Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:: Fantasy: entering an ancient ruin
Duration:: 33.5s
Cost:: $0.026640
Provider:: Amazon Bedrock

Evaluation summary

Score	Evaluator	Details Link
100.00%	Adverbs in dialogue tags	(details)
90.61%	AI-ism adverb frequency	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism character names	(details)
100.00%	AI-ism location names	(details)
48.36%	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)
58.98%	Name drop frequency	(details)
0.00%	Narrator intent-glossing	(details)
0.00%	"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)
0.00%	Em-dash & semicolon overuse	(details)
94.30%	Purple prose (modifier overload)	(details)
100.00%	Repeated phrase echo	(details)
100.00%	Sentence length variance	(details)
95.52%	Sentence opener variety	(details)
85.47%	Adverb-first sentence starts	(details)
100.00%	Pronoun-first sentence starts	(details)
11.28%	Subject-first sentence starts	(details)
0.00%	Subordinate conjunction sentence starts	(details)
5.49%	Technical jargon density	(details)
100.00%	Useless dialogue additions	(details)
94.44%	Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)	(details)
76.1488%	Overall

Model input

System

You are an expert fiction writer.

Always keep the following rules in mind:
- Write in past tense and use General English spelling, grammar, and colloquialisms/slang.
- Write in active voice
- Always follow the "show, don't tell" principle.
- Avoid adverbs and cliches and overused/commonly used phrases. Aim for fresh and original descriptions.
- Convey events and story through dialogue.
- Mix short, punchy sentences with long, descriptive ones. Drop fill words to add variety.
- Skip "he/she said said" dialogue tags and convey people's actions or face expressions through their speech
- Avoid mushy dialog and descriptions, have dialogue always continue the action, never stall or add unnecessary fluff. Vary the descriptions to not repeat yourself.
- Put dialogue on its own paragraph to separate scene and action.
- Reduce indicators of uncertainty like "trying" or "maybe"

When writing text:
- NEVER conclude the scene on your own, follow the beat instructions very closely.
- NEVER end with foreshadowing.
- NEVER write further than what I prompt you with.
- AVOID imagining possible endings, NEVER deviate from the instructions.
- STOP EARLY if the continuation contains what was required in the instructions. You do not need to fill out the full amount of words possible.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Continue the story using the following instructions:
<instructions>
Write a fully fleshed out scene of at least 1000 words in the fantasy genre.

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

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

Model response

The oak stones marked the boundary the way a held breath marks the moment before speech. Rory counted seven of them as she passed between the nearest pair, their bark black with age, their tops lost in a canopy that hadn't existed ten feet back.

"Anyone else feel that?" Rory said. "Like walking through a cobweb made of static."

Nyx moved beside her, more suggestion than shape in the strange light. "The Veil's thin here. Thinner than I've felt in decades."

"Comforting."

The grove opened around them in a way that didn't match the walk it took to reach it. Wildflowers carpeted the ground in colours Rory didn't have names for — not quite violet, not quite blue, shifting depending on the angle she looked from. She crouched to touch one and the petals were warm, warmer than the mild autumn air had any right to make them.

"They don't know what season it is," Rory said. "Smart flowers."

"There is no season here," Nyx's whisper drifted through the leaves rather than the air itself. "Isolde's grove keeps its own time. We could stand in this clearing an hour and walk out to find a week gone. Or five minutes."

"Fantastic. I'll be sure to leave a note for my landlord."

The trees themselves seemed wrong in a way that took Rory a moment to place — the bark spiralled the wrong direction, and where sunlight should have filtered through leaves in dappled patches, instead it pooled in silver puddles on the moss, like someone had spilled moonlight during the day.

A sound reached her then, high and clear, almost a bell but breathing instead of ringing. She turned toward it and found nothing but more trees, more silver light.

"That's new," she said.

"Wind chimes," Nyx said, though the tilt of their shadow-shoulders suggested they weren't certain either. "Or something that wants to sound like them."

They pressed further in. The moss beneath Rory's boots gave slightly, springy and cool, and small luminous motes rose from it with every step, drifting upward like reversed snow before winking out a few feet above her head. She stopped once to watch them, hypnotised, until Nyx's voice pulled her back.

"Don't linger too long looking at any one thing. The grove notices attention. It's rude not to look away eventually."

"Rude to who?"

"To it."

Rory didn't ask further. She'd learned, in the months since Eva's warning about strange men following her and stranger dreams pulling at her sleep, that some questions were better left in the dark where they'd come from.

The path — if it could be called that, since nothing marked it beyond a subtle absence of undergrowth — curved around an outcrop of pale stone veined with something that glinted like crushed starlight. Rory reached out and Nyx's hand, more cold air than flesh, caught her wrist before she made contact.

"Fae stone," Nyx said. "Touch it uninvited and it remembers your shape. Sometimes it keeps a piece."

"A piece of what?"

"You."

Rory withdrew her hand and tucked it against her side, suddenly aware of every inch of her own skin. The Heartstone Pendant, tucked beneath her shirt, gave a faint pulse of warmth against her collarbone — not the deep pull it gave near a Hel portal, but something softer, curious almost, like it recognised the magic here as kin to something else entirely.

"Pendant's doing something," she said.

Nyx's violet eyes flicked toward her chest. "It should be quiet here. This place has nothing to do with Hel."

"Well, it's not quiet. Feel that." She pressed a hand flat over the fabric.

"I can't feel anything, Rory. I'm a shadow."

"Right. Sorry."

Further in, the trees thinned into a clearing bathed entirely in that pooled silver light, and here the wildflowers grew so thick they looked like a spilled paintbox, blues bleeding into golds bleeding into a red so deep it looked black at the edges. In the centre of the clearing sat a shallow pool, its surface undisturbed by any wind, reflecting not the canopy above but a sky Rory didn't recognise — swirled violets and greens, stars in patterns that made no sense against any constellation she knew.

"Is that a way through?" Rory asked, edging closer.

"A window, maybe. Not a way through. Isolde's pools show truths, not destinations." Nyx drifted to the pool's far side, careful not to let their form touch the water. "Careful. Some truths bite."

Rory knelt at the edge anyway, curiosity winning out over the small voice that sounded like her mother telling her not to touch things in museums. Her own reflection stared back, but wrong — older, a thin white scar tracing her jaw that she didn't have, eyes duller than her own bright blue. The reflection mouthed something. No sound reached her, but the shape of the words looked like *go back*.

She flinched away from the pool's edge, heart hammering.

"What did you see?" Nyx asked, voice sharpening with something like concern, though it was hard to read tone from a whisper made of wind.

"Me. Older. Telling me to leave." Rory pressed a hand to her sternum, willing her pulse to slow. "Cheerful place, this."

"The grove shows what it wants shown. Not always what's coming. Sometimes only what's possible."

"Small comfort."

A rustle came from the tree line, deliberate, unhurried — footsteps that made no sound on the moss but disturbed the air all the same. Rory rose, hand drifting instinctively to where the Fae-forged blade sat sheathed against her hip, its cold radiating faintly even through the leather.

"She knows we're here," Nyx said, and there was no whisper of surprise in it, only certainty. "She's known since we crossed the stones."

Silver light rippled at the clearing's far edge, not from above but from the ground itself, gathering into a shape that left no footprints as it approached — the swirl of pale hair the colour of moonlight on water, lavender eyes older than the trees around them.

Rory's grip loosened on the blade's hilt, though she didn't let go entirely.

"Isolde," she said.

The Seer's smile held no warmth and no malice, only the patience of something that had been waiting three centuries and could wait three more. "You found the boundary sooner than I thought, little Carter. The stones don't often let strangers count them and live to speak of it."

Evaluation details

Result

Evaluator

Details

Meta Data

100.00%

Adverbs in dialogue tags

Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs

totalTags	14
adverbTagCount	0
adverbTags	(empty)
dialogueSentences	36
tagDensity	0.389
leniency	0.778
rawRatio	0
effectiveRatio	0

90.61%

AI-ism adverb frequency

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

wordCount

1065

totalAiIsmAdverbs

found

adverb	"slightly"
count	1

adverb	"suddenly"
count	1

highlights

0	"slightly"
1	"suddenly"

100.00%

AI-ism character names

Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

100.00%

AI-ism location names

Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)

codexExemptions	(empty)
found	(empty)

48.36%

AI-ism word frequency

Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)

wordCount

1065

totalAiIsms

found

word	"comforting"
count	1

word	"whisper"
count	3

word	"pulse"
count	2

word	"warmth"
count	2

word	"flicked"
count	1

word	"tracing"
count	1

word	"footsteps"
count	1

highlights

0	"comforting"
1	"whisper"
2	"pulse"
3	"warmth"
4	"flicked"
5	"tracing"
6	"footsteps"

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	45
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Filter word density

Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words

filterCount	0
hedgeCount	0
narrationSentences	45
filterMatches	(empty)
hedgeMatches	(empty)

100.00%

Gibberish response detection

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

analyzedSentences	67
gibberishSentences	0
adjustedGibberishSentences	0
longSentenceCount	0
runOnParagraphCount	0
giantParagraphCount	0
wordSaladCount	0
repetitionLoopCount	0
controlTokenCount	0
repeatedSegmentCount	0
maxSentenceWordsSeen	49
ratio	0
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Markdown formatting overuse

Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting

markdownSpans

markdownWords

totalWords

1074

ratio

0.002

matches

"go back"

100.00%

Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)

Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks

totalAttributions	14
unquotedAttributions	0
matches	(empty)

58.98%

Name drop frequency

Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words

totalMentions

wordCount

824

uniqueNames

maxNameDensity

1.82

worstName

"Rory"

maxWindowNameDensity

2.5

worstWindowName

"Rory"

discoveredNames

Nyx	10
Rory	15
Eva	1
Heartstone	1
Pendant	1
Hel	1
Further	1
Fae-forged	1
Silver	1
Seer	1

persons

0	"Nyx"
1	"Rory"
2	"Eva"
3	"Pendant"
4	"Seer"

places

0	"Hel"
1	"Silver"

globalScore

0.59

windowScore

0.833

0.00%

Narrator intent-glossing

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

analyzedSentences

glossingSentenceCount

matches

0	"not quite violet, not quite blue, shifting depending on the angle she looked from"
1	"not quite blue, shifting depending on the angle she looked from"
2	"seemed wrong in a way that took Rory a moment to place — the bark spiralled the wrong direction, and where sunlight should have filtered through leaves in dappled patches, instead it pooled in silver puddles on the moss, like someone had spilled moonlight during the day"
3	"looked like a spilled paintbox, blues ble"
4	"sounded like her mother telling her not to"
5	"looked like go back"
6	"something like concern, though it was hard t"

0.00%

"Not X but Y" pattern overuse

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

totalMatches

per1kWords

3.724

wordCount

1074

matches

0	"not the deep pull it gave near a Hel portal, but something softer, curious almost, like it recognised the mag"
1	"not the canopy above but a sky Rory didn't recognise"
2	"no sound on the moss but"
3	"not from above but from the ground itself, gathering into a shape"

100.00%

Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)

Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses

thatCount	0
totalSentences	67
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Paragraph length variance

Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts

totalParagraphs

mean

25.57

std

22.13

0.865

sampleLengths

0	45
1	14
2	22
3	1
4	66
5	11
6	41
7	11
8	50
9	29
10	4
11	23
12	51
13	20
14	3
15	2
16	37
17	53
18	17
19	4
20	1
21	63
22	5
23	20
24	14
25	8
26	2
27	88
28	9
29	33
30	71
31	9
32	25
33	21
34	15
35	2
36	48
37	24
38	47
39	13
40	3
41	49

100.00%

Passive voice overuse

Target: ≤2% passive sentences

passiveCount	0
totalSentences	45
matches	(empty)

100.00%

Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse

Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs

pastProgressiveCount	0
totalVerbs	136
matches	(empty)

0.00%

Em-dash & semicolon overuse

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

emDashCount

semicolonCount

flaggedSentences

totalSentences

ratio

0.119

matches

0	"Wildflowers carpeted the ground in colours Rory didn't have names for — not quite violet, not quite blue, shifting depending on the angle she looked from."
1	"The trees themselves seemed wrong in a way that took Rory a moment to place — the bark spiralled the wrong direction, and where sunlight should have filtered through leaves in dappled patches, instead it pooled in silver puddles on the moss, like someone had spilled moonlight during the day."
2	"The path — if it could be called that, since nothing marked it beyond a subtle absence of undergrowth — curved around an outcrop of pale stone veined with something that glinted like crushed starlight."
3	"The Heartstone Pendant, tucked beneath her shirt, gave a faint pulse of warmth against her collarbone — not the deep pull it gave near a Hel portal, but something softer, curious almost, like it recognised the magic here as kin to something else entirely."
4	"In the centre of the clearing sat a shallow pool, its surface undisturbed by any wind, reflecting not the canopy above but a sky Rory didn't recognise — swirled violets and greens, stars in patterns that made no sense against any constellation she knew."
5	"Her own reflection stared back, but wrong — older, a thin white scar tracing her jaw that she didn't have, eyes duller than her own bright blue."
6	"A rustle came from the tree line, deliberate, unhurried — footsteps that made no sound on the moss but disturbed the air all the same."
7	"Silver light rippled at the clearing's far edge, not from above but from the ground itself, gathering into a shape that left no footprints as it approached — the swirl of pale hair the colour of moonlight on water, lavender eyes older than the trees around them."

94.30%

Purple prose (modifier overload)

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

wordCount	817
adjectiveStacks	0
stackExamples	(empty)
adverbCount	38
adverbRatio	0.046511627906976744
lyAdverbCount	9
lyAdverbRatio	0.011015911872705019

100.00%

Repeated phrase echo

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

totalSentences	67
echoCount	0
echoWords	(empty)

100.00%

Sentence length variance

Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts

totalSentences

mean

16.03

std

12.35

0.77

sampleLengths

0	16
1	29
2	6
3	8
4	12
5	10
6	1
7	18
8	26
9	22
10	9
11	2
12	16
13	25
14	11
15	50
16	16
17	13
18	4
19	15
20	8
21	4
22	34
23	13
24	20
25	3
26	2
27	4
28	33
29	35
30	18
31	4
32	13
33	4
34	1
35	19
36	44
37	5
38	7
39	13
40	14
41	8
42	2
43	44
44	44
45	9
46	29
47	4
48	26
49	27

95.52%

Sentence opener variety

Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers

consecutiveRepeats	1
diversityRatio	0.582089552238806
totalSentences	67
uniqueOpeners	39

85.47%

Adverb-first sentence starts

Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb

adverbCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"Further in, the trees thinned"

ratio

0.026

100.00%

Pronoun-first sentence starts

Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun

pronounCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"She crouched to touch one"
1	"She turned toward it and"
2	"They pressed further in."
3	"She stopped once to watch"
4	"She'd learned, in the months"
5	"She pressed a hand flat"
6	"Her own reflection stared back,"
7	"She flinched away from the"

ratio

0.205

11.28%

Subject-first sentence starts

Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject

subjectCount

totalSentences

matches

0	"The oak stones marked the"
1	"Rory counted seven of them"
2	"Nyx moved beside her, more"
3	"The grove opened around them"
4	"Wildflowers carpeted the ground in"
5	"She crouched to touch one"
6	"Nyx's whisper drifted through the"
7	"The trees themselves seemed wrong"
8	"A sound reached her then,"
9	"She turned toward it and"
10	"Nyx said, though the tilt"
11	"They pressed further in."
12	"The moss beneath Rory's boots"
13	"She stopped once to watch"
14	"Rory didn't ask further."
15	"She'd learned, in the months"
16	"The path — if it"
17	"Rory reached out and Nyx's"
18	"Rory withdrew her hand and"
19	"The Heartstone Pendant, tucked beneath"

ratio

0.897

0.00%

Subordinate conjunction sentence starts

Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction

subConjCount	0
totalSentences	39
matches	(empty)
ratio	0

5.49%

Technical jargon density

Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns

analyzedSentences

technicalSentenceCount

matches

0	"The trees themselves seemed wrong in a way that took Rory a moment to place — the bark spiralled the wrong direction, and where sunlight should have filtered th…"
1	"The path — if it could be called that, since nothing marked it beyond a subtle absence of undergrowth — curved around an outcrop of pale stone veined with somet…"
2	"In the centre of the clearing sat a shallow pool, its surface undisturbed by any wind, reflecting not the canopy above but a sky Rory didn't recognise — swirled…"
3	"Rory knelt at the edge anyway, curiosity winning out over the small voice that sounded like her mother telling her not to touch things in museums."
4	"A rustle came from the tree line, deliberate, unhurried — footsteps that made no sound on the moss but disturbed the air all the same."

100.00%

Useless dialogue additions

Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments

totalTags	14
uselessAdditionCount	0
matches	(empty)

94.44%

Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)

Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags

totalTags

fancyCount

fancyTags

0	"She pressed (press)"
1	"Rory pressed (press)"

dialogueSentences

tagDensity

0.333

leniency

0.667

rawRatio

0.167

effectiveRatio

0.111

76.1488%