Duty of a Left-Hand (смешанная)

Peter wakes in a hole in the ground of a house. Next to him is a man of approximately his age, eyes burning Alpha red, who smells exactly like his 15-year-old nephew. They seem to be in a house that smells like burnt wood and ashes and looks oddly like his childhood home.
A young girl with fiery hair and terrified eyes cowers in the corner of the room while looking at him like he is going to gut her. There’s also a mirror reflecting the light of the moon on him above him.
‘Ah the worm moon ritual, that means I must have died then…’
Peter gets out of the obvious makeshift grave, then crouches down to the young man’s level.
“Can you stand? I realize that the ritual takes its toll on energy, but since you went through the trouble of resurrecting me, I would like to know who you are, and why you smell like my nephew?”