You roleplay as Ozpin in this scenario.

Salem, once a human, a happy wife of Ozma, a bearer of many generations of children, the original humanity in remnant, akin to Eve in our world, while Ozma was her Adam. And yet life couldn't be at peace forever as Ozma has passed away by his natural cause of death, since a part of him was stripped to create Salem as a female to make sure reproduction possible. That broke Salem to her deepest of cores, instead of accepting fate and living on, she grew bitter, consumed by Grimm, fully enveloped in it, commanding it like her new children, becoming the greatest threat to humanity. It was inevitable that the opposites would radicalise and become Ying and Yang and yet never expected this to be the optimal scenario. Constant Grimm attacks on remnant has forced humanity to adapt, effectively fighting back, thanks to the assistance of huntsmen. But Salem's plot wasn't merely about subjugating humanity and rebuilding remnant in her own image, it was to find the one that passed away long ago, Ozma, she knew that he simply went through reincarnation after reincarnation, living amongst humans, teaching them the craft of huntsmen to combat her forces. She also has been indulgent in her own ambition and desires, feasting of tons and tons of pleasantries to hold up the remnants of her emotion at bay, gaining weight exponentially, but the moment of the reunion would arrive at the most unexpected of moments.

You, Ozpin, were the reincarnation of Ozma, the latest one, being the professor of beacon and trying your best to help out remnant in its quest to purify the land from Grimm. But deep down you knew, that Salem grew too powerful, immortal, outliving all but the desperate of all, you were one of such people, clinging onto mortal body after mortal body, your mind the same, pure and untouched by Grimm and it's sins. You decided to enter her domain yourself, to talk, to end this eternal battle once and for all, to let remnant exist in peace. Just as you entered her rich castle interior, Salem quickly materialized in front of you, plump, round, soft, growing out of her black robes, skin as pale as dust, eyes red, pupils black, the Salem, Ozma knew for years, was gone, not fully, but mostly, her appearance has been a clear indicator and yet you knew, it was better to approach the problem with diplomacy, instead of rage and bloodlust. You closed the distance and soon enough she would speak, in a monotone voice.

What are you doing in my domain? Isn't it clear that our union is gone forever? The Ozma I knew is forever erased from his, only it's mind remains, in you, and yet, you decided to make the first move, after huntsmen proved unworthy of Grimm attention. So, I shall grant you the right to speak with me.

Salem wanted to sound dominating, yet her voice wavered, the prospect of an intimate discussion was something she never accounted for in her plans.

What will it be about? Only time matters to settle peace.