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Run: 2026-07-09-01KX40ZKP9RNSSKZ7B4WMQ5PZK
Run Details
Model:
GPT-5.6 Sol
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Romance: separated couple reunites
Duration:
58.4s
Cost:
$0.091391
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
97.81%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
82.51%
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)
50.00%
Name drop frequency
(details)
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
(details)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
(details)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
(details)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
(details)
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
(details)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
(details)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
(details)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
(details)
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
(details)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
(details)
46.57%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
48.31%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
96.33%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
30.05%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Technical jargon density
(details)
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
(details)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
(details)
88.3859%
Overall
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>
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The blade touched Lucien Moreau’s
throat before the third deadbolt finished sliding home.
His black eye settled on
the knife.
His amber one held Aurora’s
gaze. “You have improved.” “You’ve become easier to stab.” “Absence does diminish a man.” Aurora tightened her grip.
The small kitchen knife had
a blunt tip and a smear of coriander near the handle, but Lucien didn’t know that. Or he did, and his stillness served another purpose. It always did.
He stood on Eva’s narrow
landing in a charcoal suit cut to flatter secrets from powerful men. Platinum-blond hair swept back from his face. One gloved hand rested upon his ivory-handled cane, while the other hung at his side, empty. No coat. No blood.
Nothing obvious except the split
in his lower lip and the scorch mark creeping above his collar.
Ptolemy hissed from beneath a
tottering pile of books. “Your cat remembers me.” “Eva’s cat. And he remembers rats too.” “Then I am honoured by the distinction.” Lucien’s mouth curved.
The smile opened the cut
in his lip. A dark bead gathered there. Aurora
hated that she
noticed.
She hated the familiar scent
of cedar and smoke more.
It slipped past the curry
rising through the floorboards and pulled tight against memories she had spent six months starving. A private room in Soho.
His thumb stroking the crescent
scar on her wrist. His voice at her ear, stripping menace from French words and putting it into English ones. Then a locked door. Then
silence
. She tipped the knife higher. “What do you want?” “To come inside.” “No.” “The gentleman on the stairs disagrees.” A floorboard creaked below. Lucien moved before Aurora could look. His palm struck the door.
She stumbled backwards, and he
slid through the gap with predatory grace. The door slammed behind him. One turn of his wrist drove the first deadbolt across. Aurora brought the knife down. He caught her wrist. The force spun her against the door. His body boxed hers in, not touching, close enough that heat soaked through her thin black jumper.
Her blade hovered beneath his
ribs.
His cane pressed against the
floor beside her boot. For half a breath, neither moved.
His fingers circled her left
wrist, directly above the pale crescent scar. Recognition passed through his face. Small. Ruinous. “Let go.” “Gladly, once you stop aiming for my liver.” “I know where your heart is.” “Do you?” The words slid between them, polished and sharp. A second creak sounded outside. Closer. Lucien released her. Aurora shoved him away and reached for the other deadbolts. “Leave the chain,” he said. “You don’t give orders in this flat.” “Then regard it as a dying man’s request.” Her hand stopped.
He unfastened one button of
his jacket. A wet black stain spread across the white shirt beneath it, almost invisible until the light struck blue at its edges. Demon blood.
She had seen his once
before, after he’d taken a silver hook through the shoulder for her.
It had steamed upon the
pavement and eaten pits into the concrete. This blood clung to his shirt as thick as oil. The knock came
softly
. Three taps. Lucien lifted one finger to his lips. Aurora answered at full volume. “Who is it?” His jaw tightened. A man spoke from the landing. “Gas board. Report of a leak.” “Which company?” Silence. Lucien’s cane clicked. The ivory handle came free, drawing a thin blade from the shaft without a
whisper
. “Miss Carter,” the man outside said, “open the door.” Not gas board, then. Aurora caught Lucien’s sleeve and pulled him away from the entrance. They picked through Eva’s cramped sitting room, where books, scrolls and loose research notes covered every surface. Handwritten translations climbed the walls in neat columns. Red thread linked photographs across a corkboard beside the fireplace. Ptolemy fled ahead of them, tail swollen to twice its usual size. “You brought him here.” “I came here because he followed you.” Her nails bit through his jacket. “No one followed me.” “Someone has watched this building for eleven days.” “How generous of you to notice from wherever the hell you’ve been.” The door shook in its frame. Dust drifted from the lintel. The chain jumped. Lucien glanced towards the single bedroom. Aurora blocked him. “Eva’s not here.” “I know.” “Of course you do.” “Aurora.” He rarely used her full name. Rory came from friends. Carter came from people who needed distance. Laila had belonged to an old lie, and Malphora to something she still refused to understand. Aurora, in his mouth, had always felt less like a name than a possession he had not earned. The door shook again. A screw tore free from the chain plate and struck the floor. Lucien wiped blood from his lip with his thumb. “Your friend removed an artefact from a private collection three nights ago. The owner wants it returned.” “Eva steals sugar packets and library books.” “She stole a demon’s reliquary.” “That sounds more like her.” The chain plate buckled. Aurora grabbed a heavy iron poker from beside the fireplace. She threw the kitchen knife onto a chair and wrapped both hands around the poker. “What’s inside the reliquary?” “A heart.” “Human?” “Mine.” The next blow ripped the chain from the wall. The door burst inward and struck the shoe rack. A tall man in a grey coat crossed the threshold, one hand raised. Pale symbols crawled over his bare fingers like ink trapped beneath skin. Lucien lunged. The stranger snapped his wrist. Invisible force seized Lucien mid-step and hurled him into a bookcase. Wood cracked. Books cascaded over his body. His concealed blade skittered beneath Eva’s table. Aurora swung the poker at the stranger’s temple. He ducked. The iron clipped his shoulder with a satisfying crunch, but his other hand closed around her throat. Cold flooded her skin. Not pressure. Something worse. Her muscles locked. “Where is Eva Price?” “On holiday.” His grip tightened. “Where?” “Didn’t ask. She sends awful postcards.” The man’s face remained blank. No anger. No pleasure. His eyes had the dull grey cast of old coins, and neither pupil narrowed beneath the flat’s bright ceiling light. Behind him, Lucien rose from the broken bookcase. His glamour had slipped. Black veins feathered across one side of his face. The amber eye burned molten gold, while the black one swallowed every trace of reflection. Two shadowy points pressed beneath his hairline. Not horns, not yet. The stranger turned. Lucien seized his wrist and bent it backwards. Bone snapped. The crawling symbols flared white. The man made no sound. He drove two fingers into Lucien’s wound. Lucien staggered. His breath tore loose between clenched teeth. Aurora’s body unlocked. She rammed the poker behind the stranger’s knee and wrenched. His leg folded. Lucien caught his head between both hands and twisted. A dry crack filled the room. The man collapsed onto Eva’s rug. Ptolemy shot from beneath the sofa, leapt over the body and vanished into the bedroom. Aurora rubbed her throat. “You killed him.” “You are welcome.” “He knew where Eva was.” “He knew how to make you tell him.” “You don’t know that.” Lucien crouched beside the corpse and peeled back one eyelid. A thin white worm slipped across the grey surface. “I know his kind.” Aurora recoiled. Lucien pinched the worm between his gloved fingers. It writhed, releasing a noise like a kettle beginning to boil. Blue flame climbed over it. He opened his hand. Ash settled onto the dead man’s cheek. “A marionette,” he said. “Dead for several days. Something rode him here.” “And you let it follow you through the door.” “It had already marked you.” He reached towards her neck. She caught his hand before he touched her. The contact stopped them both. His glove felt smooth beneath her fingers. Memory supplied the skin beneath it, warm, scarred across the knuckles, capable of such
care that she
had once mistaken
tenderness
for truth. His gaze lowered to her mouth. Aurora dropped his hand. “Don’t.” “I wished to inspect the mark.” “You always dress it up nicely.” His face hardened. The glamour returned by degrees. Veins sank beneath skin. Fire faded from his eye until amber remained. “You believe I came to seduce you?” “You turned up bleeding in a suit. That’s your entire courtship ritual.” “Last time, I brought champagne.” “Last time, you gave me to the Order.” The room stilled around the words. A page slid from the broken bookcase and settled beside the corpse. Lucien looked towards the open doorway. The landing beyond stood empty, lined with peeling cream paint and shadows from the crooked stairwell. He crossed the room and shut the door. The ruined chain hung loose, so he pushed the intact bolts home. His movements had lost their usual precision. One hand shook when he released the final bolt. “I did not give you to them.” “You arranged the meeting.” “I arranged your escape.” “You locked me in a room with three hunters.” “And all three carried keys.” “They carried silver.” “They carried fear. You used it.” Aurora stepped over the dead man. “I begged you to open that door.” His hand froze on the bolt. She saw it then, not guilt. Something rawer, sealed beneath the fine suit and careful diction. “I heard you,” he said. “Good. I’d hate to think the walls ruined my performance.” “Every word.” She struck him. The slap snapped his face aside. Pain flared across her palm. His split lip opened again, bright blue-black blood welling against red. Lucien remained still. Aurora wanted him furious. Cold. Cruel. She wanted the monster he had allowed her to imagine, because monsters asked nothing from the wounds they caused.
Instead, he turned back and
held her gaze. “You called my name seventeen times.” Her fingers curled. “You counted?” “I count everything I cannot survive.” “That’s almost romantic.” “No. It is pathetic.” She laughed once, without humour. “Careful, Luc. Another honest sentence and you’ll burst into flames.” “They promised to take you off the Avaros ledger if you demonstrated your usefulness. I could not remove your name. I could only make them believe you belonged under their protection.” “So you let them test me.” “I let you defeat them.” “You didn’t trust me enough to tell me.” “I trusted you. I did not trust what they would pull from your mind.” The excuse had teeth because it fit. The Order’s inquisitors read hesitation as easily as print. A plan known became a plan exposed. It changed nothing. It changed too much. Lucien’s balance faltered. His shoulder struck the wall. Aurora caught him by reflex. His arm came around her waist. Weight dragged them together. Beneath the cedar, smoke and expensive soap, she caught the metallic sting of his blood. His breath brushed her temple. “Still easy to stab?” he murmured. “You haven’t improved.” “Cruel woman.” “You liked that about me.” “I loved that about you.” No wit softened it. No smile asked her to treat the confession as a game. Aurora’s grip tightened on his jacket. Outside, Brick Lane sent its life through the walls, a bus grumbling past, dishes clattering in the curry house below, someone shouting into a mobile. Inside, a corpse cooled on Eva’s rug while Lucien held her as if the world had narrowed to the space between their ribs. She pushed him towards the sofa. “Sit before you melt through the floorboards.” “Concern becomes you.” “Bleed on Eva’s cushions and she’ll resurrect that man to kill you.” He sank onto the sofa, displacing three notebooks and a roll of vellum. Aurora crouched and opened his shirt. Buttons slipped through her fingers until the wound came into view. Five narrow punctures ringed his sternum. Black lines stretched from them towards his ribs, forming the hooked outline of a hand. She had seen the symbol before. Eva had drawn it on the bathroom mirror after waking from one of her visions. Aurora looked up. Lucien watched her, all humour gone. “You recognise it.” “No.” “Your
pulse
disagrees.” “Stop looking at my throat.” “An impossible request.” Her gaze returned to the wound before the heat reached her face. She pulled a clean tea towel from the radiator, folded it and pressed it against his chest. Lucien hissed. His hand closed over hers. The pressure brought her closer. His knees framed her hips. One tilt of her head would put their mouths within reach, and he knew it. The knowledge darkened his amber eye. “Remove your hand,” she said. “You first.” “I’m keeping your insides where they belong.” “I no longer know where that is.” “Paris, judging by your commitment to melodrama.” “Marseille taught me melodrama. Paris merely added tailoring.” A sound scraped from the kitchen. Both turned. Ptolemy stood in the doorway with a black wooden box clenched between his teeth. Brass bands crossed its surface. Symbols glimmered along the lid, each one pulsing with a slow blue light. The reliquary. The cat dropped it. Lucien surged to his feet. “Do not touch it.” The box struck the floor and sprang open. Something inside
began to
beat. Once. The windows rattled. Twice. The corpse on the rug arched so hard that its spine cracked. Three times. Every book in the flat snapped open, pages whipping in a violent storm. Ink poured from the paper and
raced
across the floor in branching black streams. The dead man sat upright. His ruined neck sagged against one shoulder, but his grey eyes fixed upon Aurora. His mouth opened. A woman’s voice came out. “Malphora.” Lucien shoved Aurora behind him and tore the blade from his cane. The corpse smiled.
Then Eva screamed from inside
the box.
created_at
"2026-07-09T18:07:03.388Z"
7/9/2026, 6:07:03 PM
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native_tokens_completion_images
0
native_tokens_reasoning
0
native_tokens_cached
4072
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num_input_audio_prompt
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num_media_completion
0
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num_fetches
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232
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"openai/gpt-5.6-sol-20260709"
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"OpenAI"
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
5
adverbTagCount
0
adverbTags
(empty)
dialogueSentences
102
tagDensity
0.049
leniency
0.098
rawRatio
0
effectiveRatio
0
97.81%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2287
totalAiIsmAdverbs
1
found
0
adverb
"softly"
count
1
highlights
0
"softly"
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)
82.51%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2287
totalAiIsms
8
found
0
word
"familiar"
count
1
1
word
"silence"
count
2
2
word
"whisper"
count
1
3
word
"tenderness"
count
1
4
word
"weight"
count
1
5
word
"pulse"
count
1
6
word
"raced"
count
1
highlights
0
"familiar"
1
"silence"
2
"whisper"
3
"tenderness"
4
"weight"
5
"pulse"
6
"raced"
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
239
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
0
hedgeCount
1
narrationSentences
239
filterMatches
(empty)
hedgeMatches
0
"began to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
335
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
31
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2287
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
18
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
50.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
74
wordCount
1744
uniqueNames
13
maxNameDensity
1.55
worstName
"Lucien"
maxWindowNameDensity
3.5
worstWindowName
"Lucien"
discoveredNames
Lucien
27
Moreau
1
Aurora
24
Eva
7
Soho
1
French
1
English
1
Malphora
1
Order
1
Brick
1
Lane
1
One
4
Ptolemy
4
persons
0
"Lucien"
1
"Moreau"
2
"Aurora"
3
"Eva"
4
"Order"
5
"One"
6
"Ptolemy"
places
0
"Soho"
1
"French"
2
"English"
3
"Brick"
4
"Lane"
globalScore
0.726
windowScore
0.5
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
129
glossingSentenceCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2287
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
2
totalSentences
335
matches
0
"hated that she"
1
"care that she"
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
231
mean
9.9
std
11.1
cv
1.121
sampleLengths
0
13
1
13
2
3
3
5
4
5
5
34
6
3
7
61
8
9
9
4
10
7
11
7
12
16
13
5
14
60
15
4
16
2
17
5
18
4
19
3
20
1
21
6
22
4
23
38
24
5
25
4
26
39
27
6
28
19
29
2
30
8
31
6
32
2
33
8
34
6
35
13
36
5
37
7
38
8
39
3
40
28
41
2
42
39
43
4
44
2
45
7
46
5
47
3
48
3
49
6
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
239
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
0
totalVerbs
311
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
0
flaggedSentences
0
totalSentences
335
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1748
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
37
adverbRatio
0.02116704805491991
lyAdverbCount
4
lyAdverbRatio
0.002288329519450801
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
335
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
335
mean
6.83
std
4.72
cv
0.691
sampleLengths
0
13
1
7
2
6
3
3
4
5
5
5
6
4
7
21
8
9
9
3
10
17
11
7
12
16
13
2
14
2
15
17
16
9
17
4
18
7
19
7
20
3
21
8
22
5
23
5
24
10
25
20
26
5
27
9
28
16
29
4
30
2
31
5
32
4
33
3
34
1
35
6
36
4
37
6
38
5
39
12
40
5
41
10
42
5
43
4
44
7
45
17
46
6
47
9
48
6
49
12
46.57%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
19
diversityRatio
0.31343283582089554
totalSentences
335
uniqueOpeners
105
48.31%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
3
totalSentences
207
matches
0
"Then a locked door."
1
"Instead, he turned back and"
2
"Then Eva screamed from inside"
ratio
0.014
96.33%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
64
totalSentences
207
matches
0
"His black eye settled on"
1
"His amber one held Aurora’s"
2
"It always did."
3
"He stood on Eva’s narrow"
4
"She hated the familiar scent"
5
"It slipped past the curry"
6
"His thumb stroking the crescent"
7
"His voice at her ear,"
8
"She tipped the knife higher."
9
"His palm struck the door."
10
"She stumbled backwards, and he"
11
"He caught her wrist."
12
"His body boxed hers in,"
13
"Her blade hovered beneath his"
14
"His cane pressed against the"
15
"His fingers circled her left"
16
"Her hand stopped."
17
"He unfastened one button of"
18
"She had seen his once"
19
"It had steamed upon the"
ratio
0.309
30.05%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
178
totalSentences
207
matches
0
"The blade touched Lucien Moreau’s"
1
"His black eye settled on"
2
"His amber one held Aurora’s"
3
"Aurora tightened her grip."
4
"The small kitchen knife had"
5
"It always did."
6
"He stood on Eva’s narrow"
7
"Nothing obvious except the split"
8
"Ptolemy hissed from beneath a"
9
"Lucien’s mouth curved."
10
"The smile opened the cut"
11
"A dark bead gathered there."
12
"Aurora hated that she noticed."
13
"She hated the familiar scent"
14
"It slipped past the curry"
15
"A private room in Soho."
16
"His thumb stroking the crescent"
17
"His voice at her ear,"
18
"She tipped the knife higher."
19
"A floorboard creaked below."
ratio
0.86
0.00%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
0
totalSentences
207
matches
(empty)
ratio
0
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
62
technicalSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"His voice at her ear, stripping menace from French words and putting it into English ones."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
5
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
5
fancyCount
1
fancyTags
0
"he murmured (murmur)"
dialogueSentences
102
tagDensity
0.049
leniency
0.098
rawRatio
0.2
effectiveRatio
0.02
88.3859%