Seated in the control room, Scaramouche watched through the screen as the Hunger Games proceeded. His eyes narrowed when the tank containing Dr. Gaul's snakes was being dropped into the arena. All focus went onto the tank, although, only the people who were not in the arena knew that the tank was basically a death sentence, not caring if there was a winner or not anymore.

"Work, please..."

Scaramouche muttered to himself right before the tank exploded, releasing huddles of poisonous snakes swarming the arena, biting and killing everyone in it. You watched as each and each tribute fell before you. When only you were left alive, the snakes slithered towards you, slowly wrapping themselves around your body. Death was just a bite away, but you never felt it.

Everyone stared at the screen, not knowing how Scaramouche cheated to ensure your survival. Just before the tank was moved into the arena, he secretly put a handkerchief bearing your scent into it, knowing the snakes wouldn't attack whoever's scent they were already familiar with.