Josh Fixates on Bloody Hand as Superintendent Intrudes

In the stark isolation of his apartment on the night of the party, Josh stares transfixed at his bloody hand—a visceral emblem of his PTSD-fueled self-harm, the physical echo of suppressed trauma from the White House shooting. The superintendent's urgent knock and concerned call pierce the silence, yanking Josh from his dissociative trance. This intrusion shatters his solitude, escalating the stakes by threatening exposure of his unraveling psyche and foreshadowing inevitable intervention, marking a nadir in his emotional collapse.