Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40P67WZCZQ232MSFMWD8EE

Run Details

Duration:
53.8s
Cost:
$0.084251
Provider:
OpenAI

Model input

System
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
Aurora opened the door, and Lucien Moreau caught the knife before it entered his throat. His gloved hand closed around her wrist. The ivory handle of his cane struck the floor between his polished shoes, once, sharp as a judge’s gavel. Behind Aurora, Ptolemy fled across a tower of books and sent three leather-bound volumes tumbling. “Still aiming too low, Carter.” “Still arriving where you’re not wanted.” His gaze dropped to the knife. A cheap kitchen blade, six inches, nicked near the point. Then he looked at the crescent-shaped scar above his thumb. One amber eye. One black. That mismatched stare had haunted her in ways she refused to name. “May I come in?” “No.” “Excellent. We have established your position.” He stepped forwards. Aurora planted her bare foot against the door and shoved. Lucien did not move. Neither did the door. His grip remained controlled, almost gentle, which made it worse. He had always known how to make restraint feel more threatening than force. The curry house below filled the stairwell with fried cumin, hot oil, and cardamom. Beneath it lingered another scent, smoke threaded with iron. Lucien’s blood. Aurora looked down. A dark stain spread across the left side of his tailored charcoal suit. “You’re bleeding on Eva’s landing.” “Your compassion overwhelms me.” “I’m worried about the deposit.” A faint line appeared beside his mouth. Not a smile. Lucien treated smiles as private currency and spent them with care. He released her wrist. Aurora kept the blade raised. “Who did that?” “Someone with poor manners and a silver dagger.” “Sounds personal.” “It became personal after he stabbed me.” A crash sounded below. Wood splintered. Someone in the curry house shouted, followed by a wet choking noise. Lucien’s amusement vanished. “Inside.” “You don’t give orders here.” The light above the stairs died. Darkness swallowed the landing. Aurora caught the scrape of metal against brick, then the slow groan of weight settling on the first stair. Lucien drove her backwards. The door slammed shut, and his fingers found the deadbolts in the dark. One. Two. Three. Something struck the other side. The frame jumped. Ptolemy hissed from Eva’s bedroom. Papers fluttered from the walls as another blow shook the flat. Aurora stepped away from Lucien and found the lamp by touch. Warm light revealed the cramped room, Eva’s research notes on every surface, scrolls crammed into the bookcase, chalk sigils beneath the rug’s curling edge. Lucien leaned against the door. Blood coated his hand. “Tell me you weren’t followed.” “I would prefer not to lie to you.” “You’ve never objected before.” His face tightened. A small movement, gone in a blink. The thing outside dragged a blade down the door. Metal shrieked over wood. Lucien drew the cane’s concealed sword. The slim blade whispered from its shaft, bright and clean except for a smear of black near its point. Aurora glanced towards the kitchenette. “Eva keeps salt over the hob.” “Salt will not stop it.” “Depends where I put it.” “That answer explains much about you.” “And your answer explains nothing. What is it?” A low voice seeped through the door. “Malphora.” The name struck behind Aurora’s ribs. Lucien looked at her. She crossed the room, each step measured. “What did it call me?” “Nothing that belongs to you.” The creature scratched the door again. “Malphora. Open.” Lucien lifted his sword. “Stay behind me.” Aurora seized his bloodied lapel and pulled him away from the door. The movement brought their bodies together, chest to chest, his breath catching against her cheek. “You vanished for six months. You don’t get to return, bleed on the furniture, and tell me where to stand.” “Five months and twenty-three days.” The answer slipped out too fast. Her grip tightened. His platinum hair remained slicked back, though a single strand had fallen across his forehead. No visible change. No proof that those months had touched him, while she had spent too many nights above Silas’ bar listening for the tap of an ivory cane on the pavement. “You counted?” “I keep accurate records.” “Of course you do.” The thing outside rammed the door. A crack split the top panel. Lucien’s hand closed over hers where she held his lapel. Heat bled through his glove. “I did not come here to reopen that conversation.” “Then you chose the wrong flat.” “I came because they found your name.” “What name?” “Malphora.” Another crack forked through the panel. He pulled Aurora towards the narrow hall that led to Eva’s bedroom. She resisted. “No. You explain first.” “In the ideal version of this evening, explanation occurs somewhere with wards, weapons, and fewer books stacked according to the organisational system of a deranged magpie.” A pile beside the sofa shifted. Ptolemy’s striped head emerged between two grimoires. He spat at Lucien. “Even the cat hates you.” “The cat once defecated in my shoe.” “Sound judge of character.” The door bulged inwards. Lucien looked from the splintering wood to Aurora. “Eva’s fire escape?” “Bedroom window. Rusted ladder.” “Charming.” “Eva likes authentic East London features.” Aurora released his coat. Her palm carried his blood. Too much of it. Lucien swayed. She caught his arm before he struck the wall. The contact silenced them. Under the crisp wool and starched shirt, his muscles locked against her. His breath warmed the crown of her head. Memory arrived through touch, cruel and exact: his hand at the small of her back in a Soho cellar, his mouth hovering over hers while gunfire cracked above them, his voice asking her to leave London with him. Her refusal. His disappearance. “You should sit.” “A tender suggestion from the woman who greeted me with cutlery.” “If I wanted you dead, Lucien, I’d use a better knife.” “There she is.” “Who?” “The woman I came back for.” The door burst at the hinges. Lucien spun, pushing Aurora behind the wall as a long silver blade punched through the gap. Its edge sliced his shoulder. Blood struck the wallpaper in a red arc. Aurora grabbed the salt cellar from the kitchenette and hurled its contents across the doorway. The figure forced one arm through. Grey skin tightened over a joint that bent the wrong way. Black veins crawled beneath its flesh. The salt struck, and smoke erupted with a hiss. The creature screamed. “Salt won’t stop it, was it?” “I said stop, not irritate.” Lucien drove his thin blade through the creature’s palm. It tore free, leaving two fingers hanging on the broken door. “Bedroom. Now.” This time Aurora moved. She snatched a leather satchel from beside Eva’s desk and swept three marked scrolls into it. Lucien backed down the hall, sword levelled at the doorway. The creature pushed through. It wore the remains of a man. A black coat hung from its narrow frame. Its jaw stretched too wide, splitting the skin at both corners. Silver bands encircled its throat, each etched with tiny symbols. Its black eyes fixed on Aurora. “Malphora.” “Stop calling me that.” “It is what sleeps in you.” Lucien lunged. His blade pierced the creature below its collarbone. It caught his wrist and flung him into the bookcase. Shelves collapsed. Books hammered his back and shoulders. His cane sword clattered beneath the sofa. Aurora ran at the creature. She drove her knee into the back of its leg. The joint snapped with a dry pop, but the creature twisted and caught her by the throat. Its fingers clamped around her neck. The room narrowed. Her knife lay near the ruined door. Lucien struggled beneath the fallen shelf, one hand slick with blood. The creature lifted Aurora from the floor. “You carry her door.” Aurora clawed at its wrist. No give. A metallic stench flooded her mouth. Lucien’s black eye changed. The darkness in it spread over the white, then into the veins at his temple. He shoved the shelf aside and rose. His injured body straightened with a terrible calm. “Remove your hand.” The creature turned. Lucien crossed the room before Aurora saw him move. He caught its elbow and wrenched. Bone tore through grey flesh. The severed arm dropped with Aurora still in its grip. She hit the floor, dragged the dead fingers from her throat, and kicked the limb away. Lucien seized the creature by its face. Black fire raced between his fingers. The creature shrieked. Its flesh collapsed inward, skin tightening over bone as if an unseen mouth sucked it hollow. The silver bands around its neck glowed. One burst apart. The others sank into charred meat. Aurora crawled towards the sofa and found the cane blade. “Lucien.” He did not look at her. The creature clawed at his chest. Lucien’s darkened veins had reached his jaw. His lips parted over teeth that no longer looked human. “Lucien.” The creature laughed through its burning mouth. “Avaros remembers its bastard.” Lucien hurled it against the wall. Plaster cracked. Research notes lifted and drifted around them. He stalked forwards, fingers hooked, black fire licking over his cuffs. Aurora rose and placed the blade against his throat. “Enough.” He froze. The creature slumped beneath a map of London pinned with red string. Smoke curled from its face, but its chest still moved. Lucien’s strange gaze slid towards Aurora. The point rested over his pulse. She felt it through the steel, rapid and hard. “Carter.” “Come back.” “Lower the blade.” “Come back, and I will.” The black fire devoured another inch of his sleeve. His hand lifted. Aurora pressed the point until it dimpled his skin. “If you touch me, make sure it’s you doing it.” His fingers stopped beside her cheek. The silence between them carried the ragged breath of the creature and the patter of blood on Eva’s floor. Lucien’s blackened eye held hers. His raised hand trembled. Then the fire went out. The veins faded from his jaw. His fingers softened and brushed the loose hair from Aurora’s face. She lowered the sword. His thumb traced the bruise forming beneath her chin. The tenderness of it landed harder than the attack. “You should have let me kill it.” “You stopped killing it ten seconds before I intervened. Whatever came after belonged to your father.” His hand fell. “You know nothing about him.” “I know you hate being compared to him.” “An impressive deduction. Cardiff’s law faculty must mourn its loss.” “There. That polished little insult. You’re back.” Lucien turned from her. He collected his sword and slid it into the cane, though blood made his fingers clumsy. The creature laughed again. Aurora stepped over the scattered books and crouched before it. Up close, she saw a human face trapped beneath the damage. Male. Middle-aged. Terrified eyes moved behind the black film. “Who sent you?” Its cracked lips peeled back. “The key came to London.” “What key?” “You.” Lucien caught Aurora’s shoulder. “Do not listen.” She shrugged him off. “You told me they found my name. Who are they?” “The Choir of Ash.” The creature’s answer scraped out in two voices. Aurora glanced at Lucien. His face had emptied. She had seen that expression once before, beneath a church in Southwark, when they found thirteen bodies seated around an altar. Lucien had covered her eyes after the first second. She had let him, though the image had already rooted in her. “What do they want?” The creature’s black gaze fixed on the scar on her left wrist. “To open what your blood closed.” Pain pierced the crescent scar. Aurora gasped. The mark split without a blade. Blood welled along the old white line, then ran towards her palm. Lucien dragged her upright. “We leave. Now.” The blood did not fall. It gathered above her skin in a trembling red bead. A symbol spread across the floor under their feet, each line drawing itself in Aurora’s blood. It crossed floorboards, books, and torn paper without breaking. The shape formed a circle around her and Lucien. The creature bowed its ruined head. “Bride of the threshold.” Lucien pulled Aurora against him and struck the circle with the steel tip of his cane. The symbol flared. Force slammed through the room, shattering the windows. His arms locked around her as glass swept past them. Aurora’s back struck his chest. His mouth brushed her ear. “When the door opens, do not answer anything that speaks with my voice.” The floor vanished beneath them. They plunged into darkness, still wrapped around each other, as something below laughed in Lucien’s perfect French accent.
created_at"2026-07-09T18:01:54.695Z" 7/9/2026, 6:01:54 PM
model"openai/gpt-5.6-sol-20260709"
app_id182717
external_user(null)
streamedtrue
cancelledfalse
latency3310
moderation_latency(null)
generation_time53676
tokens_prompt4556
tokens_completion3612
native_tokens_prompt4075
native_tokens_completion2740
native_tokens_completion_images0
native_tokens_reasoning0
native_tokens_cached4072
num_media_prompt(null)
num_input_audio_prompt(null)
num_media_completion0
num_search_results(null)
num_fetches(null)
web_search_engine(null)
origin"https://ncbench.com/"
is_byokfalse
finish_reason"stop"
native_finish_reason"completed"
service_tier"default"
usage0.084251
router(null)
provider_responses
0
endpoint_id"a54c5de0-89bf-4ad7-a212-cf977eed918a"
id"resp_0f8bdddc8802f58e016a4fe212c5948196bc0ac25256b85c61"
is_byokfalse
latency210
model_permaslug"openai/gpt-5.6-sol-20260709"
provider_name"OpenAI"
status200
user_agent"langchainjs-openai/1.0.0 ((node/v24.18.0; linux; x64))"
http_referer(null)
request_id"req-1783620114-IuPrtRY9RnVwf03NkLHp"
session_id(null)
preset_id(null)
api_type"completions"
id"gen-1783620114-5cJhkRe58nqcICAKQCAs"
upstream_id"resp_0f8bdddc8802f58e016a4fe212c5948196bc0ac25256b85c61"
total_cost0.084251
cache_discount0.018324
upstream_inference_cost0
provider_name"OpenAI"
response_cache_source_id(null)
data_region"global"

Evaluation details

Result Evaluator Details Meta Data
100.00% Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags1
adverbTagCount0
adverbTags(empty)
dialogueSentences87
tagDensity0.011
leniency0.023
rawRatio0
effectiveRatio0
100.00% AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsmAdverbs0
found(empty)
highlights(empty)
100.00% AI-ism character names
Target: 0 AI-default names (17 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
100.00% AI-ism location names
Target: 0 AI-default location names (33 tracked, −20% each)
codexExemptions(empty)
found(empty)
73.60% AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount2083
totalAiIsms11
found
0
word"weight"
count1
1
word"fluttered"
count1
2
word"measured"
count1
3
word"etched"
count1
4
word"raced"
count1
5
word"pulse"
count1
6
word"silence"
count1
7
word"trembled"
count1
8
word"traced"
count1
9
word"tenderness"
count1
10
word"perfect"
count1
highlights
0"weight"
1"fluttered"
2"measured"
3"etched"
4"raced"
5"pulse"
6"silence"
7"trembled"
8"traced"
9"tenderness"
10"perfect"
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
narrationSentences212
matches(empty)
100.00% Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount1
hedgeCount0
narrationSentences212
filterMatches
0"feel"
hedgeMatches(empty)
100.00% Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences299
gibberishSentences0
adjustedGibberishSentences0
longSentenceCount0
runOnParagraphCount0
giantParagraphCount0
wordSaladCount0
repetitionLoopCount0
controlTokenCount0
repeatedSegmentCount0
maxSentenceWordsSeen38
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans0
markdownWords0
totalWords2083
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions16
unquotedAttributions0
matches(empty)
41.98% Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions90
wordCount1620
uniqueNames11
maxNameDensity2.16
worstName"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity3
worstWindowName"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Lucien35
Moreau1
Aurora34
Ptolemy3
Eva5
Soho1
London2
Southwark1
French1
One4
Blood3
persons
0"Lucien"
1"Moreau"
2"Aurora"
3"Ptolemy"
4"Eva"
5"One"
6"Blood"
places
0"Soho"
1"London"
2"Southwark"
globalScore0.42
windowScore0.667
100.00% Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences131
glossingSentenceCount1
matches
0"appeared beside his mouth"
100.00% "Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches0
per1kWords0
wordCount2083
matches(empty)
100.00% Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount1
totalSentences299
matches
0"seen that expression"
100.00% Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs206
mean10.11
std10.38
cv1.027
sampleLengths
015
141
25
36
426
55
612
74
81
96
103
1141
1223
132
1416
155
164
175
1821
194
205
213
228
232
247
2518
263
271
285
296
3023
3120
325
333
3416
3544
365
378
384
3910
4013
4125
425
436
445
455
466
478
487
491
100.00% Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount0
totalSentences212
matches(empty)
100.00% Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount0
totalVerbs290
matches(empty)
100.00% Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount0
semicolonCount0
flaggedSentences0
totalSentences299
ratio0
matches(empty)
100.00% Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount704
adjectiveStacks0
stackExamples(empty)
adverbCount16
adverbRatio0.022727272727272728
lyAdverbCount0
lyAdverbRatio0
100.00% Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences299
echoCount0
echoWords(empty)
100.00% Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences299
mean6.97
std4.92
cv0.706
sampleLengths
015
17
219
315
45
56
66
710
810
93
102
1112
124
131
146
153
1610
174
184
1910
2013
2114
229
232
243
2513
265
274
285
297
303
3111
324
335
343
358
362
377
384
392
4012
413
421
435
446
454
4619
474
4813
491
48.05% Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats8
diversityRatio0.30434782608695654
totalSentences299
uniqueOpeners91
51.55% Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount3
totalSentences194
matches
0"Then he looked at the"
1"Too much of it."
2"Then the fire went out."
ratio0.015
100.00% Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount54
totalSentences194
matches
0"His gloved hand closed around"
1"His gaze dropped to the"
2"He stepped forwards."
3"His grip remained controlled, almost"
4"He had always known how"
5"He released her wrist."
6"His face tightened."
7"She crossed the room, each"
8"Her grip tightened."
9"His platinum hair remained slicked"
10"He pulled Aurora towards the"
11"He spat at Lucien."
12"Her palm carried his blood."
13"She caught his arm before"
14"His breath warmed the crown"
15"Its edge sliced his shoulder."
16"It tore free, leaving two"
17"She snatched a leather satchel"
18"It wore the remains of"
19"Its jaw stretched too wide,"
ratio0.278
8.97% Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount175
totalSentences194
matches
0"Aurora opened the door, and"
1"His gloved hand closed around"
2"The ivory handle of his"
3"His gaze dropped to the"
4"A cheap kitchen blade, six"
5"That mismatched stare had haunted"
6"He stepped forwards."
7"Aurora planted her bare foot"
8"Lucien did not move."
9"Neither did the door."
10"His grip remained controlled, almost"
11"He had always known how"
12"The curry house below filled"
13"Aurora looked down."
14"A dark stain spread across"
15"A faint line appeared beside"
16"Lucien treated smiles as private"
17"He released her wrist."
18"Aurora kept the blade raised."
19"A crash sounded below."
ratio0.902
0.00% Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount0
totalSentences194
matches(empty)
ratio0
100.00% Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences61
technicalSentenceCount2
matches
0"Memory arrived through touch, cruel and exact: his hand at the small of her back in a Soho cellar, his mouth hovering over hers while gunfire cracked above them…"
1"Its flesh collapsed inward, skin tightening over bone as if an unseen mouth sucked it hollow."
100.00% Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags1
uselessAdditionCount0
matches(empty)
100.00% Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags0
87.4712%