I first stumbled into the world of Hellboy a couple of years into college. Back then, I was riding high on my love for Tim Burton’s Batman films—especially the 1989 classic starring Michael Keaton and Jack Nicholson. When Hellboy’s ominous red silhouette lit up the screen, I felt that same thrill of gothic flair and comic-book grandeur. It was like Burton’s shadow had stretched across genres to whisper, “Here’s something new to worship.”