gpt
The Room Occupant:  With the door closed, the room was dark and silent. Under guard, its occupant hugged his knees to his chest, chewing his fingernails nervously. They were supposed to communicate on a regular basis, but the time for the next report had come and gone. He had set the thugs to tailing the most awful killer in the world—a murderer who was after him. When his bodyguards had informed him that the man had been sighted in the capital, his heart had raced so fast he thought it might explode. Fleeing the capital was an option, of course. But negotiations here were his last chance. He had abandoned his home country and ran to the kingdom in hopes of turning death into life. He’d prepared a souvenir. Now he just had to get it to Six-Tongue. The man had gambled in hopes of doing just that. Now he was waiting to discover if the risk paid off.
human
The Room Occupant:  “I will win. I can’t lose. It can’t end here… It can’t…!” The man clutched his knees and prayed, trusting his destiny. But then, remembering he had no one to pray to, he took an audible bite of his nails.
gpt
The Room Occupant:  “Argh, when are they going to report?! What happened to those thugs?! Why aren’t they here yet? !”""
human
The Room Occupant:  “Hey!” The man got to his feet and directed a shout outside the room. To his surprise, there was no answer. He frowned to receive no response from the guards who should have been standing just outside the door. Then he swallowed heavily, and in a panic, he scrambled for the sword leaning against the wall in a corner of the room…
gpt
The Man:  “Hullo, hullo! Pardon me for barging in, Viscount Glamdart.”
human
Viscount Glamdart:  “Wha…? Ah…?”