Dear Nobody Demo

Matter prejudicial to morale

The men have gone to the war. Far behind a front nobody names, the sorting hall is staffed by women who read other people's mail for the Bureau. You have a stamp, a pen, and a card of regulations listing what a soldier must not be told.

Two strangers write to each other through your desk. They have never met, and everything between them is on the paper you are holding. When you bar a line, it is gone from the romance itself as well as from the page. Pass a tenderness and it reaches the other side. Strike it, and as far as either of them will ever know, it was never written.

The first three chapters, free

The demo is where the correspondence begins and where you learn the desk: how to read, how to rule, and what the copybook is for.

• Open each letter, strike what must not pass, and stamp it on its way. Your rulings move two things: the bond between the lovers, and how closely the office is watching you.
  
• Before some letters leave your hands, you may copy a single line into a copybook.
  
• Every ruling is filed. There is no undo at the desk.

In the full game

The paper starts answering back. The whole correspondence runs about two to four hours, in one sitting or two, and how it ends is decided by two fates at once: what becomes of the lovers, and what becomes of you. Ink, gaslight, sorting halls, a waltz heard through a café wall, in a world that feels old and European and never gives its name. Single-player, text-based, choice-driven, in eleven languages.

Images and music are AI-assisted with human editorial control; text and code are human–AI co-written. Nothing is generated while you play.