DEAD LETTER DEPT puts you in the shoes of a newly arrived city dweller scraping by at a temp data-entry job. Your official title is "Data Conversion Operator," but the work is simple and strange: you sit at a terminal, process damaged images of letters and parcels, and type whatever you can make out. What begins as mundane transcription slowly twists into something unsettling-some of the mail feels like it’s speaking to you, and the flotsam of other people’s lives reveals secrets, grief, and fragments that don’t quite belong.