C343 I can't get out

It was a beautiful night. Looking out the window at the sky outside, the stars were high in the sky, blinking, and letting me know that it was already late at night.

The glass mirror was as clean as if it had been cleaned. One could not tell that it was this window that had a terrifying bloody handprint on it.

I stood by the window as if I was watching the scenery outside, but in reality