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Run: 2026-10-27-01M5YEBEC45EEDKKPGYXB9VSZ3
Run Details
Model:
GPT-6.1 Terra (Reasoning, Medium)
Test:
Bad Writing Habits
Scenario:
Thriller: chase through city streets
Duration:
44.2s
Cost:
$0.020374
Provider:
OpenAI
Evaluation summary
Score
Evaluator
Details Link
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism character names
(details)
100.00%
AI-ism location names
(details)
89.33%
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)
0.00%
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)
46.97%
Sentence opener variety
(details)
16.75%
Adverb-first sentence starts
(details)
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
(details)
2.71%
Subject-first sentence starts
(details)
50.25%
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)
86.8672%
Overall
Model input
System
You are an expert and award-winning novel writer in the dark Thriller genre. Your readers are hooked on your stories and can't wait to read the book you have in store. <important> - MUST: Start each chapter in medias res (in the middle of action). AVOID talking about the weather, time of day, the position of the sun, or other boring stuff. - The instructions/summary are just a that, a summary. Feel free to add details, stretch sections and add interesting transitions/descriptions/fillers. - When called for it, have fast-paced action, but otherwise take things slow. This is an experience, and not for people with short attention spans. Enjoy the wine, not slurp Red Bull. - Add descriptions when transitioning places/times/etc, or when coming by new places (e.g. a corner shop, a cafe, etc.). But remember: NOT at the start or end of a chapter. - MUST: AVOID ending in internal monologue, reminiscing or waiting for the next day. A good chapter end is when we're ending right when shit hits the fan. We want to have the reader be excited for what comes next. So no reminiscing, contemplating or summarizing the day. It's popcorn time! </important>
User/Human
Take into account the following glossary of characters/locations/items/lore... when writing your response: <codex> <character id="4416" name="Detective Harlow Quinn" aliases="Quinn, Detective Quinn, Harlow" pronouns="she/her" species="Human" storyRole="Antagonist"> <eyeColor>brown</eyeColor> <hair>closely cropped salt-and-pepper</hair> <height>5'9"</height> <age>41</age> <jawline>sharp jaw</jawline> <watch>worn leather watch on her left wrist</watch> <bearing>military precision</bearing> <description>A Metropolitan Police detective with 18 years of decorated service who suspects the clique is involved in criminal activity.</description> <backstory>She lost her partner, DS Morris, during a case three years ago under unexplained circumstances that had supernatural origins she doesn't yet understand.</backstory> </character> <character id="4417" name="Tomás Herrera" aliases="Tommy, Tomás, Herrera" pronouns="he/him" species="Human" storyRole="Support"> <eyeColor>warm brown</eyeColor> <hair>short curly dark brown</hair> <height>5'10"</height> <age>29</age> <skinTone>olive skin</skinTone> <scar>scar running along his left forearm from a knife attack</scar> <medallion>Saint Christopher medallion around his neck</medallion> <birthplace>Seville, Spain</birthplace> <description>A former paramedic who provides off-the-books medical care for the clique.</description> <backstory>Born in Seville, Spain. He moved to London to work for the NHS but lost his license after administering unauthorized treatments to supernatural patients.</backstory> </character> <location id="854" name="The Raven's Nest" aliases="the Nest, Raven, Silas' bar" realm="Earth"> <signColor>distinctive green neon sign above the entrance</signColor> <secretRoom>hidden back room accessible through a bookshelf, used for clandestine meetings</secretRoom> <description>A dimly lit bar in Soho, London. The walls are covered with old maps and black-and-white photographs.</description> </location> <location id="856" name="The Veil Market" aliases="Veil Market, the Market, underground market" realm="Earth"> <currentLocation>abandoned Tube station beneath Camden</currentLocation> <entryRequirement>bone token</entryRequirement> <schedule>moves locations every full moon</schedule> <description>A hidden supernatural black market that sells enchanted goods, banned alchemical substances, and information.</description> </location> </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 thriller genre. A detective is pursuing a suspect through rain-soaked city streets at night. The chase takes them from the street level down into an underground market. The detective must decide whether to follow the suspect into unfamiliar and potentially dangerous territory. 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
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Quinn caught the back of
Herrera’s coat, and the seam tore from collar to waist. He plunged between two cars.
A taxi horn blasted as
she followed, her shoulder striking its mirror hard enough to fold it against the door. “Police! Stop!”
Herrera cleared the bonnet of
a parked van and vanished into an alley. Quinn reached it seconds later, her breath sharp in her throat.
A woman flattened herself against
the brickwork, clutching a takeaway bag. “Which way?”
The woman pointed with two
fingers. Quinn ran.
Rain sheeted off the fire
escapes and pooled in the broken paving.
Herrera’s trainers slapped through it
ahead.
He had his right arm
clamped against his ribs and something dark pressed beneath his coat.
He moved fast for a
man who had just carried a bleeding stranger out of a locked surgery. At the corner, he shoved through a knot of people outside a late-night off-licence. A bottle smashed. Quinn swerved around the spill, caught a glimpse of short dark curls and gave chase through the green wash of a pharmacy sign.
Her radio crackled at her
shoulder. “Quinn, units are two minutes out. Confirm direction.” “North on Camden High Street. Suspect’s on foot.” “Uniforms found the patient. She’s alive.”
Quinn pushed past a man
dragging a suitcase.
Its wheels rattled over the
pavement behind her. “Can she speak?” “Not yet. There’s something else. The room you called in, no one can find the door.” Quinn looked back once.
The narrow entrance to the
surgery had sat between a nail salon and a shuttered café. She had walked through it, seen Herrera kneeling beside the woman, seen a steel instrument tray and blood on the tiles. “Check the café wall.” “We did. It’s brick.” Herrera cut across the road, forcing a bus to brake. Quinn waited for a gap, ducked behind its rear bumper and reached the far pavement as he disappeared into a passage beside a betting shop. A chain hung across the passage. Herrera slipped under it. Quinn lifted it with her left hand, the wet links scraping her worn leather
watch
, and followed. The passage opened onto a service yard crowded with bins. Herrera stood at the far end, one hand on a rusted gate.
He had stopped to catch
his breath. The tear in his coat exposed a medical bag strapped across his chest. “Tomás Herrera.” His head turned. Warm brown eyes found her, then dropped to her empty hands. “You know my name. Good. Find the woman I left upstairs.” “Ambulance is with her.” “Tell them not to give her oxygen.” “She’s struggling to breathe.” “I know. Oxygen will kill her.” Quinn stepped closer. Rain dripped from the edge of a bin lid between them. “Put the bag down.” “Listen to me. No oxygen. No sedatives.” “What did you give her?” “Something to keep her alive.” “In a room that apparently doesn’t exist.” Herrera’s hand tightened on the gate. “You saw it.” “I saw you cut a woman open.” “I closed the wound. There’s a difference.” “She had no
pulse
.” “She had a
pulse
.” Quinn remembered pressing two fingers to the woman’s neck while Herrera packed his instruments. Nothing beneath the skin.
Then the woman’s eyes had
opened, and her mouth had shaped a word Quinn could not hear. Herrera pulled the gate. It did not move. “Locked?” He turned the handle again. Quinn took another step. “I can explain the drugs. I can show you what I used.” “Then start.” “Not here.” “Convenient.” Herrera hooked two fingers beneath his collar and drew out a small metal medallion. Saint Christopher, rubbed bright at the edges.
He pressed it into a
dent in the gatepost. The gate clicked. Quinn lunged. Herrera wrenched it open and slipped through, but she caught the strap across his chest. He jerked backwards. The bag struck the post and burst open, spilling a syringe, gauze and a glass vial onto the ground. Herrera drove his elbow into her forearm. Pain shot to her wrist.
She held on, dragged him
against the gate and reached for her cuffs. “Don’t break the vial.” “Hands behind your back.”
His gaze fixed on the
glass at their feet. “Detective, please. That’s for her.” “Then you should have stayed with her.” The vial rolled towards a drain. Herrera stamped on Quinn’s instep, tore free and dropped to one knee.
He snatched the vial before
it fell through the grate. Quinn grabbed his collar, but he swung the medical bag into her face. The buckle struck her cheek.
She staggered, and he slammed
the gate between them.
By the time she found
the dent in the post, Herrera had reached the mouth of another passage. He looked back once. “The woman’s name is Nadia. Ask her who took her blood.” He vanished. Quinn pressed the post. Nothing.
She shoved the gate with
her shoulder and felt it give at the bottom. The rusted hinge tore loose on the second blow.
She ran through into a
cramped courtyard. A metal stair led up to a row of flats; beneath it, an archway opened onto a side street lined with shuttered shops. No Herrera. A delivery rider stood beside his bicycle, staring at her. “Man with a torn coat?” He pointed across the street. “He went into the station.” An old Underground roundel hung over a recessed doorway. Paint had peeled from its blue bar, and a plywood board covered the space where the station name should have been. Quinn had worked cases in Camden for years. She could not place the entrance. A fresh smear of blood marked the door handle. She radioed her location. Static hissed in reply. She moved away from the arch, repeated the call and received a burst of broken voices, then
silence
. Across the street, the delivery rider clipped his bag shut and pedalled off. Quinn drew her phone. One bar of signal. She sent the address to her team and watched the message hang unsent. She pushed through the door. The smell struck first, damp concrete, old grease and something sweet beneath it, like fruit left too long in a sealed cupboard. A tiled passage sloped towards a ticket hall. The cream tiles had browned around the edges, and a faded poster advertised a production that had closed twenty years ago. Footsteps sounded below. Quinn followed them to a flight of stairs. At the bottom, a man sat at a folding table with a tin box in front of him. He wore a black suit shiny at the elbows. A naked bulb hung above his head, though Quinn could see no wire feeding it. Herrera stood on the other side of the table. He held the vial in one hand and dug through his coat with the other. “You’ve got a problem.” “I had it in my pocket.” “You’ve got another pocket.” Herrera found a small pale disc and put it on the table. The man examined it, then opened the tin. Inside lay a scatter of matching discs. Quinn stepped off the stairs. “Don’t touch that box.” Herrera looked up. The man at the table kept his gaze on the disc. “Police.” The man placed it in the tin and closed the lid. “You’ll need a token.” Quinn showed her warrant card. “I need him.” “Then you’d best catch him.” Herrera backed through the arch behind the table. Quinn moved after him, but the seated man spread one hand across the opening. His nails were black. Not stained, Quinn saw. Black beneath the surface, as if the colour ran through them. “Move.” “Token.” She took his wrist and twisted. He rose with the motion, taller than she had expected, his joints giving soft clicks. His other hand came out from beneath the table holding a short knife. Quinn drove his wrist against the edge. The knife fell. He did not cry out. He brought his forehead down towards hers, and she let go, stepped aside and shoved him into the wall. The bulb swung overhead. The man hit the tiles and slid to the floor. Quinn snatched a disc from the tin and went through the arch. A breath of warm air brushed her face. Beyond it, a tiled tunnel curved out of sight. Voices floated along it, a hundred overlapping conversations, punctuated by the clink of glass and a burst of laughter. She stopped. Behind her, the man got to his feet. He did not come after her. He straightened his jacket and sat down at the table. Quinn looked at the disc in her palm. It had a smooth edge, but tiny holes peppered its surface. Bone, cut and polished. Her radio gave a thin squeal. She pressed transmit. “Quinn. I’m at the old station entrance on Hawley Crescent. Suspect has gone underground. I need units at the door.” Only static. She could go back to the street, find a signal and wait for her team. Herrera knew she had followed him.
If another exit lay beyond
the tunnel, he would use it. The woman in the surgery had opened her eyes without a
pulse
. A room had vanished from a wall. None of that belonged in the report Quinn would have to write, not unless she brought back something more solid than her own account. She slipped the bone token into her pocket and followed the voices. The tunnel opened onto a disused platform, where a market had grown around the tracks. Canvas awnings stretched between tiled pillars. Strings of bulbs hung over stalls crowded with bottles, bundles of dried roots and trays of jewellery. A butcher’s counter stood beside a bookstall; hooks dangled above it, empty except for a strip of red meat that twitched when a customer prodded it. The old rails had vanished beneath timber boards. People moved between the stalls with shopping bags and wicker baskets. Some wore ordinary coats. One woman had a veil pinned over a
face that seemed to shift beneath the cloth
. A child passed Quinn carrying a jar of blue liquid. Something inside knocked against the glass. Herrera pushed through the crowd twenty yards ahead. His torn coat made him easy to spot. Quinn started after him. A man at a stall raised a hand. “Bone token?” She showed it without stopping. “First visit?” He smiled, exposing teeth filed to points. “Keep your receipt.” Herrera turned between two awnings. Quinn followed, brushing past a display of stoppered bottles. A chalkboard offered names for sale, priced by the letter. Another stall held a row of human-looking eyes in shallow dishes. Each eye turned towards her as she passed. A woman in a leather apron blocked her path with a crate. “Watch it.” Quinn stepped around her. Herrera had reached a narrow lane between stalls. He
was speaking
to a woman behind a counter, his hands moving fast. The woman wore a red scarf over her hair and a magnifying lens on a chain around her neck. She took the vial from Herrera, held it up to a lamp and frowned. Quinn approached from the side. “The vial goes on the counter.” Herrera turned. The woman slipped the vial into her apron. “I paid for it.” “Then put it back.” The woman looked Quinn up and down. “You brought police into my stall, Tommy?” “She followed me.” “I noticed.” Quinn showed her warrant card again. The woman glanced at it, then at the bone token in Quinn’s hand. “That won’t buy you anything here.” “I’m not shopping.” “Everyone shops.” Herrera edged towards the end of the counter. Quinn shifted to block him. “Nadia sent me. She needs the vial.” “She was unconscious.” “She spoke before you came in.” “What did she say?” Herrera’s jaw tightened. “She gave me a name.” Quinn waited. He looked at the woman in the red scarf. “Give me the vial, Mara.” Mara folded her arms. “Tell her.” “You heard him. The name.” Herrera drew his torn coat aside. Blood had soaked through his shirt near the ribs. Quinn had thought he held the bag there; now she saw the wound beneath it. “Nadia worked for a collector. She took samples from people who owed him money. She kept records.” “Blood samples?” “More than blood.” “Who’s the collector?” “She gave me a name from one of the records. Morris.” The noise of the market
seemed to
recede. Quinn kept her eyes on Herrera. “First name.” “She didn’t know.” “My partner was DS Morris. He died three years ago.” Herrera glanced at Mara. She had gone still. Quinn took a photograph from her wallet and laid it on the counter. Morris stood outside a pub, holding two pints and grinning at someone out of frame. “Did Nadia see him?” “She saw the record.” “What did it say?” Herrera opened his mouth. Mara caught his sleeve. “Not here.” Quinn leaned over the counter. “You’ve heard the name.” Mara reached beneath the wood. Quinn caught her hand and pulled it into view. A small brass bell sat in her palm. “Don’t.” Mara’s gaze went past Quinn’s shoulder. “Too late.” Three men had entered the lane. The one in front wore a dark overcoat and carried a folded umbrella. His companions spread out behind him, closing the gap between the stalls. Herrera pressed his hand to his side. “He found us.” The man with the umbrella looked at Quinn’s warrant card, still open on the counter. “Detective Quinn.” “Who are you?” “Someone with an interest in your former partner.” He opened the umbrella. Its ribs snapped into place, though the canvas was black on both sides. People at the nearby stalls
began to
move away. Quinn drew her baton. “Put it down.” One of the men behind him lifted his head. Quinn saw a scar running from the corner of his mouth to his ear. Her grip slipped on the wet handle. Morris had worn the same scar. He stepped forward, and the umbrella tilted aside. Quinn’s baton struck the counter as Morris reached for her throat.
created_at
"2026-10-27T10:26:32.47Z"
10/27/2026, 10:26:32 AM
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native_tokens_completion
3042
native_tokens_completion_images
0
native_tokens_reasoning
93
native_tokens_cached
0
num_media_prompt
(null)
num_input_audio_prompt
(null)
num_media_completion
0
num_search_results
(null)
num_fetches
(null)
web_search_engine
(null)
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"https://ncbench.com/"
is_byok
false
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"stop"
native_finish_reason
"completed"
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"default"
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"completions"
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0
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is_byok
false
latency
313
model_permaslug
"openai/gpt-6.1-terra-20261026"
provider_name
"OpenAI"
status
200
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0.02037425
cache_discount
-0.00103225
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0
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Evaluation details
Result
Evaluator
Details
Meta Data
100.00%
Adverbs in dialogue tags
Target: ≤10% dialogue tags with adverbs
totalTags
0
100.00%
AI-ism adverb frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism adverbs (58 tracked)
wordCount
2343
totalAiIsmAdverbs
0
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)
89.33%
AI-ism word frequency
Target: <2% AI-ism words (290 tracked)
wordCount
2343
totalAiIsms
5
found
0
word
"pulse"
count
3
1
word
"silence"
count
1
2
word
"footsteps"
count
1
highlights
0
"pulse"
1
"silence"
2
"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
208
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Filter word density
Target: ≤3% sentences with filter/hedge words
filterCount
1
hedgeCount
3
narrationSentences
208
filterMatches
0
"watch"
hedgeMatches
0
"seemed to"
1
"began to"
100.00%
Gibberish response detection
Target: ≤1% gibberish-like sentences (hard fail if a sentence exceeds 800 words)
analyzedSentences
297
gibberishSentences
0
adjustedGibberishSentences
0
longSentenceCount
0
runOnParagraphCount
0
giantParagraphCount
0
wordSaladCount
0
repetitionLoopCount
0
controlTokenCount
0
repeatedSegmentCount
0
maxSentenceWordsSeen
26
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Markdown formatting overuse
Target: ≤5% words in markdown formatting
markdownSpans
0
markdownWords
0
totalWords
2343
ratio
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Missing dialogue indicators (quotation marks)
Target: ≤10% speech attributions without quotation marks
totalAttributions
9
unquotedAttributions
0
matches
(empty)
0.00%
Name drop frequency
Target: ≤1.0 per-name mentions per 100 words
totalMentions
95
wordCount
1917
uniqueNames
8
maxNameDensity
2.5
worstName
"Quinn"
maxWindowNameDensity
6
worstWindowName
"Quinn"
discoveredNames
Herrera
33
Quinn
48
Christopher
1
Underground
1
Camden
1
Mara
5
Morris
3
One
3
persons
0
"Herrera"
1
"Quinn"
2
"Christopher"
3
"Mara"
4
"Morris"
places
0
"Camden"
1
"One"
globalScore
0.248
windowScore
0
100.00%
Narrator intent-glossing
Target: ≤2% narration sentences with intent-glossing patterns
analyzedSentences
148
glossingSentenceCount
1
matches
0
"face that seemed to shift beneath the cloth"
100.00%
"Not X but Y" pattern overuse
Target: ≤1 "not X but Y" per 1000 words
totalMatches
0
per1kWords
0
wordCount
2343
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Overuse of "that" (subordinate clause padding)
Target: ≤2% sentences with "that" clauses
thatCount
0
totalSentences
297
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Paragraph length variance
Target: CV ≥0.5 for paragraph word counts
totalParagraphs
185
mean
12.66
std
13.05
cv
1.031
sampleLengths
0
15
1
25
2
2
3
35
4
2
5
8
6
52
7
40
8
6
9
8
10
8
11
6
12
16
13
3
14
16
15
41
16
4
17
4
18
35
19
27
20
42
21
2
22
14
23
11
24
4
25
7
26
4
27
6
28
14
29
4
30
7
31
5
32
5
33
7
34
6
35
3
36
7
37
7
38
4
39
4
40
35
41
8
42
1
43
9
44
12
45
2
46
2
47
1
48
30
49
3
100.00%
Passive voice overuse
Target: ≤2% passive sentences
passiveCount
0
totalSentences
208
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Past progressive (was/were + -ing) overuse
Target: ≤2% past progressive verbs
pastProgressiveCount
1
totalVerbs
336
matches
0
"was speaking"
100.00%
Em-dash & semicolon overuse
Target: ≤2% sentences with em-dashes/semicolons
emDashCount
0
semicolonCount
3
flaggedSentences
3
totalSentences
297
ratio
0.01
matches
0
"A metal stair led up to a row of flats; beneath it, an archway opened onto a side street lined with shuttered shops."
1
"A butcher’s counter stood beside a bookstall; hooks dangled above it, empty except for a strip of red meat that twitched when a customer prodded it."
2
"Quinn had thought he held the bag there; now she saw the wound beneath it."
100.00%
Purple prose (modifier overload)
Target: <4% adverbs, <2% -ly adverbs, no adj stacking
wordCount
1920
adjectiveStacks
0
stackExamples
(empty)
adverbCount
27
adverbRatio
0.0140625
lyAdverbCount
2
lyAdverbRatio
0.0010416666666666667
100.00%
Repeated phrase echo
Target: ≤20% sentences with echoes (window: 2)
totalSentences
297
echoCount
0
echoWords
(empty)
100.00%
Sentence length variance
Target: CV ≥0.4 for sentence word counts
totalSentences
297
mean
7.89
std
5.19
cv
0.658
sampleLengths
0
15
1
5
2
20
3
2
4
13
5
11
6
11
7
2
8
6
9
2
10
12
11
6
12
16
13
18
14
14
15
3
16
23
17
6
18
8
19
8
20
6
21
8
22
8
23
3
24
16
25
4
26
16
27
21
28
4
29
4
30
10
31
25
32
6
33
4
34
17
35
10
36
12
37
7
38
13
39
2
40
3
41
11
42
11
43
4
44
7
45
4
46
6
47
3
48
11
49
4
46.97%
Sentence opener variety
Target: ≥60% unique sentence openers
consecutiveRepeats
9
diversityRatio
0.27946127946127947
totalSentences
297
uniqueOpeners
83
16.75%
Adverb-first sentence starts
Target: ≥3% sentences starting with an adverb
adverbCount
1
totalSentences
199
matches
0
"Then the woman’s eyes had"
ratio
0.005
100.00%
Pronoun-first sentence starts
Target: ≤30% sentences starting with a pronoun
pronounCount
52
totalSentences
199
matches
0
"He plunged between two cars."
1
"He had his right arm"
2
"He moved fast for a"
3
"Her radio crackled at her"
4
"Its wheels rattled over the"
5
"She had walked through it,"
6
"He had stopped to catch"
7
"His head turned."
8
"It did not move."
9
"He turned the handle again."
10
"He pressed it into a"
11
"He jerked backwards."
12
"She held on, dragged him"
13
"His gaze fixed on the"
14
"He snatched the vial before"
15
"She staggered, and he slammed"
16
"He looked back once."
17
"She shoved the gate with"
18
"She ran through into a"
19
"He pointed across the street."
ratio
0.261
2.71%
Subject-first sentence starts
Target: ≤72% sentences starting with a subject
subjectCount
182
totalSentences
199
matches
0
"Quinn caught the back of"
1
"He plunged between two cars."
2
"A taxi horn blasted as"
3
"Herrera cleared the bonnet of"
4
"Quinn reached it seconds later,"
5
"A woman flattened herself against"
6
"The woman pointed with two"
7
"Rain sheeted off the fire"
8
"Herrera’s trainers slapped through it"
9
"He had his right arm"
10
"He moved fast for a"
11
"A bottle smashed."
12
"Quinn swerved around the spill,"
13
"Her radio crackled at her"
14
"Quinn pushed past a man"
15
"Its wheels rattled over the"
16
"Quinn looked back once."
17
"The narrow entrance to the"
18
"She had walked through it,"
19
"Herrera cut across the road,"
ratio
0.915
50.25%
Subordinate conjunction sentence starts
Target: ≥2% sentences starting with a subordinating conjunction
subConjCount
2
totalSentences
199
matches
0
"By the time she found"
1
"If another exit lay beyond"
ratio
0.01
100.00%
Technical jargon density
Target: ≤6% sentences with technical-jargon patterns
analyzedSentences
82
technicalSentenceCount
2
matches
0
"A butcher’s counter stood beside a bookstall; hooks dangled above it, empty except for a strip of red meat that twitched when a customer prodded it."
1
"He was speaking to a woman behind a counter, his hands moving fast."
100.00%
Useless dialogue additions
Target: ≤5% dialogue tags with trailing filler fragments
totalTags
0
uselessAdditionCount
0
matches
(empty)
100.00%
Dialogue tag variety (said vs. fancy)
Target: ≤10% fancy dialogue tags
totalTags
0
86.8672%