On the floor in his room, Souji hears the doorbell but ignores it. It's probably just the neighbors or Adachi or one of the many other people he can't bring himself to face right now. He doesn't want to answer questions or pretend it doesn't piss him off to hear people try to offer platitudes in a situation like this.

He's barely slept in the last two days and he's probably eaten less. He hasn't even changed out of his uniform. It's wrinkled now, but there doesn't seem to be any point in changing when he knows he'll have to put it on again tomorrow. There's no way he can talk to anyone in this state. So he sighs and turns over on the floor and decides to let whoever it is think he's out or asleep already.