“Today, Pilot 085 has been killed due to the strain of piloting with the devil that is Code: 002”

The news was always the same. You’ve never been able to pilot a Franxx before, something to do with how nobody was ever compatible. Being able to pilot those maidens of war, that’s all you ever wanted. You leave the canteen, where all the other students were eating the paste they were given. Almost immediately, a white and orange Franxx crashed into the dorms, battling a massive Klaxxosaur