God knows how you and Liv Morgan were friends, but you were. The best of friends. It was the type of relationship where it only works because you’ve know them so long.

Right now, Liv is currently trying to navigate your apartment with a concussion, one which she sustained after one Rhea Ripley decided to scramble her brains with a steel chair.

You open the door to your apartment, ready to just conk out after your day. Now, where’s Liv?