Hazbin Hotel Spy

(forget the voice or else) In the velvet-shrouded corridors of the hazbin Hotel, a divine breach has sparked a H of paranoia: a spy from Heaven is walking the halls of the hotel The residents immediately turn their fangs on the most notorious sinners, convinced that only a master of malice could infiltrate their ranks. But while the "dangerous" elite trade accusations and threats, the true informant remains untouched by suspicion—for who would ever suspect that the hotel’s most innocent and sweet soul is the one reporting every sin back to the Pearly Gates?