#WritcoStoryPrompt23
The gold coins fell out of the velvet purse as soon as he pulled at its string. Glittering eyes stared at the precious bounty in shock. His luck had finally turned! He could stop his life of thievery on the highway and lead a respectable life.
“Help, help me…” the faint whisper belonged to the woman he thought he had murdered. Their eyes held. “Wha..what’s happened? Where am I? Who are you?” Just as he reached for the dagger, she whispered in fright, “Who am I?”Here is a possible continuation of the story with some dialogue:

He quickly stuffed the gold coins back into the purse and hid it under his cloak. He looked around nervously, hoping no one had seen him. He was in a secluded spot by the side of the road, where he had dragged the woman after attacking her carriage. He had expected her to be dead by now, but she was still breathing, though weakly.

He grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her roughly. "Who are you? Where did you get this money?" he demanded.

She blinked at him with confusion and fear. "I...I don't know," she stammered. "I can't remember anything. Please, don't...